Missing Mrs. Lowry: The Billionaire’s Wakeup Call
Chapter 168

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.

He calmly instructed, “Look into Lucia’s whereabouts”

Bianca paused.

Sullivan offered a faint smile, “Start with Timothy’s fiancée. If anything’s happened to Lucia, she’s likely involved.”

It took Blanca a moment to process it. After a beat, she softly asked, “Would Mr. Lawson risk a fallout with his family over Lucia?”

Sullivan observed his capable secretary

After a moment, his smile grew even fainter as he replied, “No way! The Lawson and Neumann families just collaborated on a 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, Gabriel Lawson would have his head”

Besides, Timothy wasn’t that naive. He wasn’t a knight in shining armor to him, Lucia was merely a fleeting distraction

After Bianca left, she leaned against the door, thinking men truly understand men best. Men like Sullivan and Timothy, their so–called love‘ for a woman is but charity. Believing otherwise is simply foolish.

She used to be jealous of Megan, but now, she pitied her

Sullivan, with depths unknown, surpassed Timothy by far

At 20, he graduated from a top domestic university, and at 22, he returned from Stanford to join the Lowry Group, climbing to the top over countless obstacles.

Sullivan’s ruthlessness, Bianca knew all too well.

The next day, Megan was visibly distressed.

Even Paxton noticed, telling her her performance was abysmal, and suggested she head home early

Megan apologized softly.

Exiting the music center, she tried calling Lucia again to no avail. Megan considered calling the police but feared provoking the kidnapper. She felt on the verge of madness

A black Bentley pulled up beside her, and the window rolled down halfway, revealing Sullivan inside.

Dressed in a dark blue shirt covered by a black coat, he looked dashing

He turned to Megan, gently saying, “Get in.”

Megan, without making a fuss–she needed his help after all–opened the passenger door, only to be greeted by a little dog perched on the seat, looking up at her with big pleading eyes, its tail wagging eagerly.

Megan’s throat tightened.

Sullivan moved the dog aside, then repeated. “Get in!”

Once Megan was inside, he placed the dog in her lap. The small, soft creature was impossible for Megan to resist. She almost froze as Sullivan buckled her in, leaning in so close she could smell the faint scent of his aftershave.

Megan lowered her gaze, “Sullivan, I’ve said it before–t have no way to thank you”

Sullivan looked up, his eyes locking onto hers.

Under his intensely masculine gaze, Megan trembled slightly, memories of that night flooding back, especially his words after the fact, describing her as “rosy and tender”