Missing Mrs. Lowry: The Billionaire’s Wakeup Call

Chapter 149

Sullivan whispered with a hint of curiosity, “What’s got you no lickled pink?”

Megan was rarely this chipper.

But the nature of her relationship with Sullivan wasn’t exactly the kind to share tidbits of joy. Clutching her phone, she mumbled vaguely, “That thing I’ve been dying to get in finally back in stock!”

Sullivan thought it was some kind of laury item, maybe jewelry. He chuckled, “I’ll buy you whatever you’re hankering for

Megan didn’t take the bait Pinching her phone, ale tiptoed barefoot into the walk–in closet, leaving Sullivan’s voice trailing behind her, “Always on that phone What, keeping secrets from me? Got some new lunk in your DM67”

Inside the closet. Megan chose an outfit and slipped into it. Her voice was soft but clear, “What secrets could I possibly have? Isn’t Harmony City your turf? Must be quite nostalgic being back here, bul?”

Sullivan felt a twinge inside

He followed her, leaning on the door frame, watching her calm demeanor and naid, “I never had an affair with hert I never laid a finger on hert That photo was snapped without my knowledge”

Megan just laughed it off, nonchalantly pulling up her black fishnet stockings,

Her legs were slender, and with the stockings, she was the epitome of allure.

of course, was fond of that look, but when Megan wore such tempting attire out in public, it didn’t sit well with him. He grumbled, “It’s

past him toward the

“You expect me

go bare–legged under

asked. “Don’t you have anything thicker?”

softly, “Sullivan, if you’re not happy, I’ll remember to wear something thicker next time. After all, I’m still counting on you to defend my brother

sarcasm stung Sullivan.

fly back home. Instead, he accompanied Megan to the Harmony City Opera House for Paxton’s worldwide classical music launch, given that Paxton hailed from Harmony

warmly by the event coordinator, “Ms.

in acknowledgment.

as if just noticing Sullivan, the coordinator asked, “And who might this

then shook hands with

Ms. Quigley’s off the market so

glance at Sullivan. He gracefully gestured with his hand and

to lighting adjustments, her voice soft and welcoming as the spring

lighting was

the acoustics. Under the bright lights,