Missing Mrs. Lowry: The Billionaire’s Wakeup Call
Chapter 43

Chapter 43 

Bennett wasn’t surprised to see Megan. He surveyed her from his vantage point, taking in the opulent dress that adomed her figure. 

After a few seconds, he descended the stairs and stopped beside her with a casual compliment, “Nice dress, though you looked better at the hospital that day” 

Bolt–she 

Megan was mature enough. Thinking of Bennett’s cryptic remarks, his daily visits to Regal Bolt- she wasn’t oblivious, but she played The fool 

Bennett was not a man to trifle with 

Mrs. Lambert, blissfully unaware, introduced him with a warm smile, “Megan, this is Mr. Lambert’s distant cousin, Bennett. A bit of a fascal since childhood, but he’s always dropping by for a visit.” 

Megan responded with a subtle smile, “We’ve met ” 

Mrs. Lambert patted her shoulder. “Silly me, I forgot Bennett and Sullivan grew up together! You two catch up; I need to fetch those crystal glasses. The staff here are always misplacing things.” 

With that, Mrs. Lambert excused herself. 

Once she was gone, Bennett, hands in his pockets, tumed his gaze to Megan. He lit a cigarette and asked, “So, planning to go back to being the belle of the Lowry estate?” 

Megan looked away, “I don’t see how that’s any of your business.” 

He studied her porcelain face and the delicate shadow cast by her lashes, charming yet innocent: Taking a deep drag, he left without another word 

Megan exhaled with relief. 

Interacting with Bennett was always a tense affair, his moods were as unpredictable as the weather. 

Right on cue, Mrs. Lambert reappeared, having noticed nothing. 

Megan helped her with the arrangements, 

ts, busy until four in the afternoon. That’s when Sullivan called. 

“I’m in the parking lot. Go change into your gown.” 

Megan hesitated. But Mrs. Lambert overheard and chimed in with a smile, “Is Sullivan’s here for you? Off you go! Doll yourself up, and be the most dazzling flower tonight” 

black B. 

Megan didn’t argue back but walked to the parking lot accompanied by Mrs. Lambert. There, Sullivan’s sleek black Bentley was 

Bunjeve 

The window was half down, Sullivan was the picture of sophistication in his black and white tuxedo, a crisp white pleated shirt, and a luxurious black velvet jacket. 

Stately and refined. 

As Megan approached, he didn’t get out of the car but leaned over to open the passenger door for her. 

Mrs. Lambert couldn’t help but tease a little. 

Sullivan nodded politely and drove off with Megan. 

Megan leaned back in the seat, her relaxed demeanor softening her features. Sullivan, unable to resist, took her delicate hand in his, caressing it gently. She withdrew it subtly 

“Cool it, Sullivan. There’s no need for that between us.” she said, her tone distant 

Sullivan, rebuffed, focused on the road. At a red light, he turned to her and asked softly, “How did things go with Mrs. Lambert? How did Blanca manage to offend her?” 

Megan gazed at the sunset clouds, her expression serene. “Blanca placed a Monet in the main hall at her will. But she didn’t know Mr. Lambert’s past indiscretions his mistress adored Monet’s work, so it became a sore point for Mrs. Lambert.”  S~ᴇaʀᴄh the FɪndNøvel.ɴᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

“She set up high tables for the service a faux pas. Ladies prefer low tables; high ones are for the help.” 

“Plus. Mr. Lambert’s child is allergic to red beans, and yet Bianca had the expensive chef fill every pastry with red beans. It was because you, Sullivan, you like them.” 

“She wanted to impress, but she crossed Mrs. Lambert 

As Megan spoke, her composure never wavered, her skin glowing, her profile delicate and exquisite. 

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