Chapter 23
The Lowry Group
Blanca knocked, and upon receiving a nod, she pushed the door open.
Sullivan was on the phone, It was a call from Camilla, and the topic of conversation was exactly what Bianca had come to report to
Sullivan
“Sullivan, are you mally letting Megan be the talk of the town? What’s the deal with Timothy? And that Lucia, with a reputation that’s down the dran, Megan absolutely mustn’t associate with her! Sullivan, you need to keep your wife in check.”
Sullivan spoke with a hint of nonchalance, “Mom, Megan’s talking divorce! How am I supposed to handle her?”
Camilla cored most about the family’s reputation. She ranted, and her son remained impervious, leaving her so frustrated that she hung
up
Sullivan put down the phone and looked at Bianca, “Megan’s with Timothy now?”
Bianca was just about to speak.
Suddenly, she saw a velvet box next to Sullivan’s hand. She recognized it it contained Megan’s wedding ring. If it was beside him, it meant he had been looking at it in his idle moments.
Yet Sullivan’s ring finger still bore a silver wedding band.
Sullivan didn’t love Megan, but he always wore his ring, a sign to other women of his marital status.
Bianca’s fingers curled slightly
A moment later, she offered a faint smile. “Yes! It was Lucia who introduced them! That… model with the not–so–great reputation, I’m not sure how Megan became acquainted with her.”
Sullivan didn’t care about Lucia or Timothy.
His thoughts turned to Begonia. The way Begonia looked at Megan was unmistakably how a man gazes at a beautiful woman–the so–called childhood neighbor was nothing but a cover!
Sullivan leaned back. He flipped through some documents nonchalantly. The dinner with Bennett Leach tonight, set it up at the Regal
Bolt Hotel.”
Bianca was surprised again. Because Sullivan’s business engagements were usually confined to corporate hotels, quite unremarkable
Indeed.
Was this exception because of Megan?
She didn’t speak for a long while, and Sullivan glanced at her. “Any issues?”
Bianco quickly bowed her head, “Mr. Lowry, Ill arrange it immediately.”
ht in the evening, on the 56th floor of Regal Bolt Hotel
At eight in
Bennett and his crew had arrived early, including Timothy, sitting around playing cards.
Most of the men had young girls by their side.
Little stars, up–and–coming models!
They were the most powerful second–generation elites in Borough City. Sullivan, being top–tier among them, was greeted with several standing to welcome him as he arrived.
Once Sullivan sat down, Timothy personally poured him a drink, teasing. “You’re a rare quest here, but there’s someone even rarer, Sullivan. You’ll never guess who!”
Sullivan had an inkling it would be Begonia,
Annoyed, Megan then appeared.
As usual, Megan set up her violin, ready to play.
Suddenly, her gaze froze… she saw Sullivan.
In the opulent hall, the lighting was dim.
Sullivan reclined on a sofa, an aura of privilege enveloping him as he watched her coldly.
His gaze reminded her of the way he looked at her on their bedroom’s large bed, tormenting her as she fell into passion alone. Even though Megan had already proposed divorce, she couldn’t help but tremble slightly when their eyes met
She played the violin, her hands slightly shaking, yet the sound was captivating.
Sullivan was taken aback. He wasn’t a music expert, but Megan played Noctume Whispers exceptionally well, a familiarity resonating amid the beautiful sounds. It seemed he had heard it somewhere before!
Sullivan was certain that he had never heard Megan play the violin before or after their marriage.
Where then?
Pondering this, the piece came to
o an end, and applause filled the room.
Downstairs, Bennett was also surprised to run into Megan. He had a bit of a grudge against her; his sister Victoria Leach had once eagerly pursued Sullivan, only to be outpaced by Megan, losing a chance at a union with the Lowry family. How could Bennett not hold a grudge?
