Missing Mrs. Lowry: The Billionaire’s Wakeup Call

Chapter 85

Sullivan tilted his head back slightly, exsaling a stream of grey smoke. His gaze landed on Timothy with a hint of imitation. “Do I look like a clown to you?”

Timothy, cought off guard by the remark, was about to ask about Megan when Victoria sauntered over with a glass of red wine in hand She had dressed to kill that evening. Her outfit was a classy dress that embraced her femininity, and with every move, she exuded a deliberate cham.

She slid into the seat next to Sullivan, her tone familiar and light–hearted as she teased, “Why didn’t you bring Megan along, Sullivan? Ever since you two got married, she’s hardly been seen at these shindigs. What’s the matter… as big shot entrepreneur, do you think you’re too good for us, or is it your wife you’re looking down on?”

Her words were a blend of flirtation and probing. Moreover, as she spoke, she leaned close enough that her soft, pale skin brushed against Sullivan’s crisp white shirt in a barely there caress. Victoria was convinced no man could resist that

Timothy couldn’t bear to watch. He pretended not to hear and took a swig of his scotch.

Sullivan put his phone down and turned to look at Victoria, along with her rather provocative dress.

Could any man really be oblivious to a woman’s flirty hints?

Sullivan looked away and chuckled, “She’s not cut out for this scene.”

put so much effort into her approach, was

Sullivan shifted gears, “However,

came in such a rush I didn’t bring

made

instantly understanding why Sullivan had spoken

Bennett looked

the other side, Sullivan dialed Megan’s number, speaking with tender affection, hoping she would join Victorias birthday celebration and bring a

She knew Megan well after many years of acquaintance and was certain Megan wouldn’t be magnanimous enough to buy her a gift. No woman would graciously

she was wrong

Dior knitted embroidered top paired with

sorry, Victoria! If Sullivan had told me earlier about your birthday. I wouldn’t have had to scramble. Even though I’m late, I still want to wish you

Sullivan’s face, not a hint of

lips curved into a smile, “Megan, you shouldn’t have! This

was tender, followed by