Chapter 33
Chapter 33
Megan was caught off guard.
Due to some business with Victoria Leach, Bet hadn’t exactly been Mr. Congeniality with hertely,
and just the other night, he’d given her a hard time.
And now he was offering her a ride
Instinctively, Megen felt there was an ulterior motive. She took a step back, her tone distant. “Bet,
you said you’d stop giving me a
hard time.”
Benisett just looked at her, assessing. Finally, he let out a few words, almost carelessly, “I did say that.”
And with that, he drove off, his ck Land Rover leaving twin trails of exhaust in its wake.
Megan thought the Bet issue was settled.
But that evening, she saw him again on the 56th floor of Regal Bolt, sitting at a card table with Timothy
and a few others, conspicuously without the usual entourage of starlets or models.
When Megan took the stage, Bet nced up.
This small, seemingly inconsequential gesture didn’t escape Timothy’s notice.
Catching a glimpse of Megan on stage, Timothy casuallyid down a winning pair with a flourish,
“Bet, you’re not exactly a regr here. What brings you by tonight? What wind blew you this way?”
Bet’s tone was indifferent, “Not wee?”
Timothy chuckled, “Are you kidding? I wish you woulde by every day and spread your wealth
around,”
At that, Bet’s lips curved in a slight smirk…
Mid–conversation, Sullivan arrived. Dressed as if he’de straight from home, in a crisp ck shirt
and cks beneath a navy peacoat, his tall and lean form effortlessly drew the room’s attention.
Timothy’s gaze flicked back to Bet.
Bet shifted in his seat, his expression growing more detached.
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With an inscrutable smile, Timothy said, “Sullivan’s here too! What’s this…ing to pick Megan up
after her set?”
Sullivan didn’t take the bait. He sat down across from Timothy pulled out a pack of cigarettes from his
coat pocket, and casually ced it on the coffee table before speaking. Tm taking Megan back to the
family estate for the night. Grandma’s been asking about her.”
Timothy’s smile widened, “Sounds serious!”
He lowered his voice conspiratorially. “But are you still in a position to ask Megan for favors? I heard
through the grapevine from Lucia that you two are on the brink of divorce. Hasn’t Megan’s settlement
proposal alreadynded at your office?”
Sullivan had no interest in sharing the details of his marital woes. He lit a cigarette, took an indifferent
drag, and exhaled a thin stream of smoke.
That’s when he noticed Bet in attendance, and while Bet’s face remained impassive
sometimes a man’s intuition is particrly sharp, especially when the woman in question is his own
wife. His radar was rmingly urate.
Bet was here because of Megan
In the haze of pale smoke, Sullivan’s gaze deepened as he watched Megan on stage.
She was d in a sleek ck cocktail dress, her bare shoulders tantalizing. Her legs were a work of
art–slender, straight porcin, and delicate.
Sullivan watched her for a long moment before he looked away and said, “Let’s y cards. Same
stakes as usual? One hundred a
hand?”
“Sounds good to me, Timothy agreed.
Bet didn’t speak. He simply snuffed out his cigarette and began to shuffle the deck.
At ten, Megan clocked out early. She’d barely stepped off the stage when Sullivan tossed his cards on
the coffee table and stood up, Tm heading out!”
Timothy watched Sullivan leave, a knowing smile ying on his lips. Tuming back, he shuffled the deck
with a cigarette dangling from his lips and said offhandedly, “Bet, stop staring. Thedy’s been
mamed for three years. Man, you’re fickle. Just the other day, you were on her case, and now you’re
smitten? What’s the deal? Did you pop the wrong pill or get hexed or something?”
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Bet, holding the cigarette between his fingers, exhaled a perfect smoke ring. He red at Timothy
and spat out, “Get lost! I have no clue what you’re babbling about.”
Timothy pointed at Bet’s chest. “You’ve got a sickness right here! Don’t you forget who she’s
married to!”