Chapter 42

Sullivan smirked with a hint of sarcasm, “Quite the appetitel Aren’t you worried about biting off more than you c

can chaw?“

Megan retorted with a cold laugh. Whether I can handle it or not is my own business! I want the full two million for pulling this off for

you

Sullivan’s eyes narrowed, “And what if the project falls through?”

The smile on Meann’s face faded. “That would simply mean you weren’t up to the task.”

No one had ever challenged him so brazenly before. Sullivan found it amusing. He leaned in, whispering in Megan’s ear, “It seems I mist secure this project after all, otherwise my dear Mrs. Lowry might think I’m not capable enough”

His proximity and the masculine scent that enveloped her sent a shiver down her spine.

Megan pushed him away, “Aren’t we supposed to be talking business? Cut the sleaze!”

She was still put off by the events of that night.

A disloyal husband always brought to mind images of infidelity, which were repulsive just to think about.

As they got out of the car Sullivan caught her wrist.

held back her imitation, “I get in touch with Mrs. Lambert first thing in the morning! But only if the two million is in the

saying, “I can write you that

his

“What? Don’t trust me?”

gazing into the dark night ahead, “After dealing with someone like you for so

two.”

Even though they

ways.

regret. Regret for having trusted

he did, he suddenly spoke up, “About

brought up Cressida with Megan. He didn’t know if this counted as

off guard, but then she replied indifferently, “I know she’s in Borough City, working at the same hospital as my father. You’re

if trying to discern

even more detached, “The

t, no

d

to snoop around.

pushed open the car door. A chill wind blew as she stepped out, coughing twice,

away resolutely, moving further and further away from

the check tightly in her hand, the pressure making

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