Missing Mrs. Lowry: The Billionaire’s Wakeup Call

Mr. Lambert knew the score when it came to the business deal at hand.  

He had other engagements, so he made his exit early. NôvelDrama.Org owns all © content.

Sullivan expressed his thanks to Mrs. Lambert. 

As Mrs. Lambert watched her husband’s retreating figure, a mist of emotion clouded her eyes. 

She tumed to Sullivan and confided. “You probably don’t know this; but back in the day, Mr. Lambert was a playboy and almost divorced me I was practically invisible in our social circles, everybody looked down upon me. Then I met Megan in one of those events. She was just a teen, maybe 15 or 16, but she had this way of lifting spirits. She came with Wyatt Quigley, wearing a charming little ball gown, and in a quiet comer, she danced ballet for me. You can’t imagine how long it had been since I’d laughed. I felt so defeated back then.” After a brief pause, Mrs. Lambert chuckled softly, “Look at me, getting all sentimental!” 

She walked away with a blend of solitude and dignity in her stride. Even though she now enjoyed a rock–solid status as Mrs. Lambert, respected by her husband, she was acutely aware that women like her always live hard, like walking on thin ice. She also knew Megan had it tough, which is why she lent her a helping hand. 

Sullivan remained where he was, knowing that with Mrs. Lambert’s blessing, the deal was as good as sealed 

But his thoughts weren’t on the billion–dollar project. 

They were on Megan. 

Megan had confided her frustration, her desire not to be Mrs. Lowry. Was she feeling the same disappointment and lack of love for her husband as Mrs. Lambert had? The difference was, the Lambert household was Mrs. Lambert’s lifelong battlefield, while Megan didn’t 

ven want Sullivan anymore. 

Megan emerged from the restroom just shy of 9:30 PM. She figured it was about time to make her exit. 

Preoccupied with her own troubles, she almost collided with someone at the door, only to realize it was Bennett. 

They were so close that Bennett could catch the faint scent of her perfume. 

was a subtle hint of orange. 

Megan tried to sidestep him, but he caught her, his warm fingertips grazing her slender waist. 

She looked up at him, her eyes a mix of surprise and shock. 

Bennett quickly let her go, but as his hand retreated, he couldn’t resist clenching his fingers, holding onto the warmth that was unmistakably Megan’s. 

His words, however were cold and cutting. “What’s the matter had enough playing the tough girl on the outside? Feeling that the comforts of being Mrs. Lowry are more appealing? So you’re running back to Sullivan?” 

Megan dign’t play dumb anymore. She shot back frankly, “Bennett, you promised not to make things difficult for me. What do you call 

She left it at that. 

As she walked away, Bennett’s voice was light yet heavy. “Megan, whatever Sullivan can give you, I can too. And whatever he won’t give you. I will. Think about it” 

stopped. After a moment, she responded softly. “Thank you for your generosity. Bennett. But I don’t want it.” 

Sheathed away, leaving Bennett alone under the crystal chandelier that cast his handsome face in a stark, pale light. He felt insane for offering such a thing to his childhood friend’s wife. He had said he wanted Megan to be with him! 

After composing himself, Bennett also left the scene. 

Unnoticed, Mrs Lambert had been standing around the corner of the staircase. She had heard everything, holding onto the banister to keep from fainting 

And that  fallen for a marned woman  man was Megan woman.