Missing Mrs. Lowry: The Billionaire’s Wakeup Call

Chapter 150

What happened?”

Despite being shy of 20, Sullivan had always been the epitome of composure, a rock in the tumultuous seas of the business world. But what Blanco was about to reveal shattered his facade of calm.

Bianca whispered. “You agreed to let Cressida have a photo shoot for some keepsake memories! This was supposed to be my responsibility, but with my wedding prep consuming all my time, I delegated it to my assistant. Clueless, the assistant handed over the keys to Duinn Haven to the Baldwin family Cressida did her shoot there this morning and even had the gall to tweet about it. Only the unloved play the other woman–putrageous!”

Sutivan’s on on his phone turned his knuckles pale.

Within five seconds, he concocted a plan. “Get in touch with the head honchos over at Twitter, pronto. I don’t care what it costs–have them scrub Cressida’s tweet from the back end! I can’t have Megan see this.”

Bianca replied honestly. “We can do that. But, the tweet’s already been shared over 100,000 times. Pulling it now is like shutting the bam door after the horse has bolted. Mr. Lowry, Lapologize This is on me.”

Silence hung heavy in the air.

a long pause. Sullivan said, “Do it anyway.”

the call, he tumed to

still stood center stage, bathed in the spotlight, but now her radiance was replaced by a

It wasn’t the tweet that cut her deep–it was the brazen invasion of her family’s sacred space. Quinn Haven, by Sullivan’s mistress. Cressida, the other woman, had

a pristine wedding dress within the walls that once echoed Megan’s mother’s laughter, capturing images of mock

shattered into

all the Quigleys, it was

who incessantly called her Mrs. Lowry, the one who spoke of starting anew, who held her tight and claimed his love. He always

on Sullivan was a mix of alienation and

her had been effortlessly

world say of her mother