Novel Ships
Chapter 40
Chapter 40
Sullivan’s lips curved into a smirk, signaling the caddy to tee up before he leaned into his stance and swung. He watched where the ball Landed. Copyright by Nôv/elDrama.Org.
As he strolled toward the spot, he drawled, “Since when did you get to know me so well? Yeah, you gotta keep a tight leash on the missus, dont want her catching other fellows‘ eyes. Right, Bennett?”
Bennett’s expression soured. After a moment, a cold sneer played on his lips. But sometimes, no matter how tight you hold on, it doesn’t make a difference, does it? There’s a saying. Love is like sand in the hand–hold too tightly, and it slips through your fingers.” Under the setting sun, the fairway was a stretch of lush green.
Clad in a crisp white polo and slacks, Sullivan exuded casual elegance as he focused on his next shot.
Two strokes and the ball was in the hole.
Sullivan lost interest in playing further. Handing his clubs to the caddy and taking a towel to wipe his hands, he flashed Bennett a grin. “Bennett, since we were kids, I’ve never failed to get what I want. Besides, you know my temper,”
He didn’t want to fall out with Bennett over Megan. Though she was his wife, Megan hadn’t reached the level of importance in his heart that warranted a full confrontation. A gentle warning should suffice.
With that Sullivan took his leave.
Bennett remained where he was, his expression indifferent. He didn’t understand his own feelings!
He’d never liked Megan much before, but now he found himself yearning for Sullivan to let her go, to get a divorce. Perhaps then he might have a chance.
Sullivan hadn’t expected Bianca to botch things up-
On Wednesday afternoon, Bianca had gone to help out at Mrs. Lambert’s estate, but she was sent packing in less than two hours.
Sullivan was a titan in the business world.
There’s an old saying. “Even when you strike a dog, you must consider its owner, which just showed how irate Mrs. Lambert must have been
Bianca felt wronged. Mrs. Lambert had not only berated her but also sent a message for Megan to come over.
Blanca, looking at Sullivan’s expression, whispered, “Mr. Lowry, I think this deal might be dead in the water Mr. Lambert must have someone else in mind; otherwise, his wife wouldn’t have dismissed you like that”
Sullivan closed the folder. “What exactly did Mrs. Lambert ask you to help with?”
After Bianca recounted the events, she added. “Mr. Lowry, I really did my best! But Mrs. Lambert insisted on having Megan over, especially for tomorrow’s dinner party.”
She harbored a secret desire- Hoping against hope that she’d be the one attending the dinner party the next day.
Sullivan listened quietly, then made a decision on the spot. “Tomorrow’s dinner party. I’ll take Megan.”
Bianca’s heart sank. Her lips quivered as she couldn’t help but belittle Megan. “But Megan doesn’t understand a thing about the project, and she knows nothing about the business world.”
Sullivan leaned back in his chair, his gaze fixed on his subordinate, his tone indifferent. “But Megan understands Mrs. Lambert. And, Bianca, I’m informing, not consulting you.”
After Bianca left, Sullivan dialed Megan’s number. Perhaps out of spite, she persistently declined his calls. Sullivan tried several times, but only to be cut off each time.
Quite the temper!
After a moment’s thought, he sent her a text.
[Need cash, right? Join me for a dinner party. How does $200,000 sound?]
He didn’t believe Megan could resist that sum
But Sullivan was wrong. After sending the message, he waited half an hour but didn’t receive a reply from Megan.
Sullivan’s brow furrowed slightly.
Then, without another word, he transferred $200,000 to her.