Chapter 24


    Chapter 24


    He was hell–bent on making things tough for Megan, leaning to the side with a smirk, testing the


    watern, “Hey, Sullivan, look who’s here–Megan!”


    Sullivan fiddled with his lighter, not making a peep.


    Bet


    was


    sure now–Sullivan didn’t care about Megan, so he called out to her on stage, “Hey Megan, over here!”


    Megan looked their way. She knew Bet was up to no good, but Timothy was there, and she had to


    show him some respect


    Approaching. Bet poured her three sses of red wine. He spoke with feigned politeness, “Megan,


    what a surprise to bump into you here! When you married Sullivan, Victoria threw a bit of a tantrum, I’m


    here to apologize on her behalf today!”


    Bet was a regr socialite–what was drinking to him?


    Three sses of red wine were like sipping water


    He stared at Megan after downing his drink, “Megan, you’re Mrs. Lowry now. You wouldn’t look down


    on me, would you? Refuse to let bygones be bygones?”


    Timothy sat there, a long finger propped against his chin.


    Megan was one of his people originally, so it was his ce to step in. But since Sullivan hadn’t said a


    word, what was he to do? Besides, he was curious to see Sullivan’s reaction.


    He nced at Sullivan.


    Leaning against the couch, still in intervening


    ying


    ng with th


    the lighter, Sullivan’s eyes were half–closed, emotion inscrutable. He seemed uninterested


    Timothy thought to himself that it looked like Sullivan and Megan were really headed for divorce. He


    was about to offer some words of peace when Megan picked up a ss of wine.


    She stared quietly at Bet, asking softly. If I drink these three sses, does that mean you’ll never


    trouble me again, no matter what?”


    Bet’s eyes narrowed slightly.


    Yes, he’d been nning to give Megan a hard time once she divorced Sullivan,


    He hadn’t expected Megan to be so much smarter than he thought.


    But three sses were indeed enough to put Megan on the spot!


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    Bet chuckled lightly, “Alright, I promise you. Drink these three sses, and we’ll wipe the te


    clean. Even if you divorce Sullivan, I won’t make things difficult for you.


    Megan knew him well enough not to fear him backing out on his word. She looked down at the red wine


    in her hand.


    Her tolerance was low, one ss could knock her out, but she had no choice but to drink… the Quigley


    family was on shaky ground, and she couldn’t afford another enemy.


    Megan tilted her head back and downed an entire ss.


    The fair skin of her face flushed a soft pink, spreading to the tips of her ears, Her eyes gained a charm


    not usually there, a blend of girl and woman, quite captivating.


    Bet felt a flutter in his chest. He didn’t quite understand what he was feeling.


    After Megan finished two sses, Timothy finally spoke up, “Bet, that’s enough!”


    But Bet wouldn’t let up, still intent on making a point.


    Megan was already feeling it, but she picked up the third ss, her slender fingers trembling slightly.


    Just as she was about to drink, Sullivan spoke up with a cool voice, “Enough!”


    Everyone was surprised


    Sullivan stood up from the couch, grabbed Megan’s wrist, and took the wine ss from her hand. He


    looked at Bet with a hint of displeasure. “Ill drink thisst ss for my wife”


    He tipped back the wine and then led Megan–away.


    Silence fell over the room


    No one was a fool; it was clear that Bet had just made an enemy of Sullivan.


    After a moment, Timothy gaye Bet a pat, “Misjudged the situation, did you? Don’t beat yourself up.


    Even I didn’t see Sullivan stepping in. But if you think about it, if he really didn’t care, they would’ve


    divorced when the Quigley family started to crumble. It’s been


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    vent now!”


    over a year


    Bet leaned back, covering his eyes with his hand. Suddenly, he felt a pang of difort