Missing Mrs. Lowry: The Billionaire’s Wakeup Call
Chapter 149

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.

Sullivan, 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 freezing out, and you’re wearing that?”

Megan breezed past him toward the bathroom

“You expect me

e to go bare–legged under a coat and dress?”

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

Glancing up while freshening up, Megan’s gaze met Sullivan’s in the mirror. After a moment, she said 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 in court. I wouldn’t dare upset you.

Her sarcasm stung Sullivan.

Yet he didn’t 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 City

Upon arrival. Megan was greeted warmly by the event coordinator, “Ms. Quigley, you’re here bright and early.”

Megan nodded in acknowledgment.

Then, as if just noticing Sullivan, the coordinator asked, “And who might this be?”

Sullivan glanced at Megan and then shook hands with the coordinator, saying, Tm her husband

The coordinator had an ‘aha‘ moment, “Ah, Ms. Quigley’s off the market so young!”

Megan cast a sidelong glance at Sullivan. He gracefully gestured with his hand and retreated to the audience seats.

Watching Megan work was fascinating to him; she oversaw everything from stage design to lighting adjustments, her voice soft and welcoming as the spring breeze when she spoke… An attractive woman always seemed to have an edge at work, efficient and swift.

Once the lighting was perfect

Megan stood center stage and played a violin piece to test the acoustics. Under the bright lights, her posture was captivating, her bowing graceful and classical, her profile flawless.

She shone so brightly that it moved Sullivan’s heart.

His breath was uneven, yet he couldn’t bring himself to look away, simply watching her from a distance brought him immense

satisfaction.

A tender spot within him stirred.

Sullivan realized, he was smitten with Megan.

Just as he was lost in his infatuation, his phone buzzed in his pocket. It was a call from Bianca

Sullivan took one last look at Megan, unaware that this would be the last time he’d see her perform so eamestly, basking in her talent, shining in her element.

He answered Bianca’s call.

And the moment he did, he heard Bianca’s voice, shocked and panicked, “Mr. Lowry, something’s wrong with Cressida!”