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Missing Mrs. Lowry: The Billionaire’s Wakeup Call

Chapter 42
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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 | can handle it or not is my own business! | 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 | 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.

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

Megan 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 account!” Sullivan watched her closely before saying, “I can write you that check right now.” Megan met his gaze Sullivan chuckled, “What? Don’t trust me?” Megan turned away, gazing into the dark night ahead, “After dealing with someone like you for so long, even a fool leams a thing or two.” Even though they y were parting ways. Megan falta parting ways, Megan felt a tinge of regret. Regret for having trusted the wrong person the first taround.

Sullivan handed her the check, and as he did, he suddenly spoke up, “About Cressida...” This was the first the had brought up Cressida with Megan. He didn’t know if this counted as an explanation.

Hearing that ncaught Megan off guard, but then she replied indifferently, “I know she’s in Borough City, working at the shospital as my father. You're going to help her with her leg, introduce her to Paxton to fulfill her dreams.” Sullivan looked into her eyes as if trying to discern her true feelings.

Megan's tone grew even more detached, “The whole town knows about it, t, no d need to snoop around.

With that, she pushed open the car door. A chill wind blew as she stepped out, coughing twice, but she didn’t look back.

She walked away resolutely, moving further and further away from Sullivan with each step.

Back at home, she clenched the check tightly in her hand, the pressure making her palm ache.

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Megan stared at the two million. Her emotions surged.

This was the first tshe had ‘skimmed sfar off Sullivan, and sadly, she had to use the title of Mrs. Lowry to earn it. But she believed she would make it on her own, and someday, everyone would refer to her as Ms.

Quigley.

The next morning. Sullivan's driver cto pick up Megan.

For the sake of playing her role well, Megan dressed in the elegant and luxurious attire she had once worn as Mrs. Lowry.

Mrs. Lambert took a liking to her immediately. She chatted warmly with her, holding her hand, and eventually confessed in a hushed tone, “My husband is not very adept at these things. I've told him a few times | wanted you to cover, but Sullivan's secretary just doesn’t get it” In high society, “the other woman” was loathed Mrs. Lambert whispered, “It's about tsomeone put Bianca in her place! She might be good enough as an assistant, but when it comes to being a socialite, Megan, you're leagues ahead of her.” Megan smiled graciously. “Thank you for the compliment, Mrs. Lambert!” Mrs. Lambert patted her delicate hand and beamed, “Well then, let's go have a look at the venue and start planning.” Megan smiled in agreement.

As Mrs. Lambert led her into the foyer, someone began descending the staircase, adjusting their cufflinks