Missing Mrs. Lowry: The Billionaire’s Wakeup Call

Chapter 168

His voice was low and tender, like a blend of husband, lover, and elder all at once.

He told her to stop crying, mentioning that he’d be back in Borough City by tomorrow and would immediately arrange for someone to

look for Lucia

After a while, Megan’s tears ceased.

Sullivan, phone in hand, listening to her faint breaths, couldn’t help but whisper “Megan, I tell you not to cry, but I secretly adore it when you do. Every time you cry, I just want to tease you a bit more, make you cry out, wrap your arms around my neck, and softly plead with me by my name.

Megan hung up.

The dial tone buzzed softly, but Sullivan just chuckled lightly.

He pressed the intercom, summoning Bianca.

Blanca, having not yet gone to bed, found herself once again at the beck and call of her boss, contemplating whether it was about time for a raise as she knocked on his door.

Entering, she saw Sullivan leaning back, his fingers idly playing with his phone.

“Look into Lucia’s whereabouts”

Bianca paused.

“Start with Timothy’s fiancée. If

it. After a beat, she softly asked, “Would Mr. Lawson risk a fallout

his

12–figure project. Neither side trusts the other, and a mamage between their children is the only way to ensure peace. If Timothy dared to call off the wedding,

naive. He wasn’t a knight in shining armor to him,

leaned against the door, thinking men truly understand men best. Men like Sullivan and Timothy, their so–called

of Megan, but

depths unknown, surpassed Timothy by far

at 22, he returned from Stanford to join the

Bianca knew all too

day, Megan was visibly

performance was abysmal,

Megan apologized softly.

calling the police

pulled up beside her, and the window rolled down