Chapter 85


    Chapter 85


    Sullivan tilted his head back slightly, exsaling a stream of grey smoke. His gazended on Timothy with


    a hint of imitation. “Do I look like a clown to you?”


    Timothy, cought off guard by the remark, was about to ask about Megan when Victoria sauntered over


    with a ss of red wine in hand She had dressed to kill that evening. Her outfit was a ssy dress that


    embraced her femininity, and with every move, she exuded a deliberate cham.


    She slid into the seat next to Sullivan, her tone familiar and light–hearted as she teased, “Why didn’t


    you bring Megan along, Sullivan? Ever since you two got married, she’s hardly been seen at these


    shindigs. What’s the matter… as big shot entrepreneur, do you think you’re too good for us, or is it your


    wife you’re looking down on?”


    Her words were a blend of flirtation and probing. Moreover, as she spoke, she leaned close enough


    that her soft, pale skin brushed against Sullivan’s crisp white shirt in a barely there caress. Victoria was


    convinced no man could resist that


    Timothy couldn’t bear to watch. He pretended not to hear and took a swig of his scotch.


    Sullivan put his phone down and turned to look at Victoria, along with her rather provocative dress.


    Could any man really be oblivious to a woman’s flirty hints?


    Sullivan looked away and chuckled, “She’s not cut out for this scene.”


    Victona, having put so much effort into her approach, was irked by his nonchnt rejection.


    But then Sullivan shifted gears, “However, since y


    you mentioned it, I might as well call her over. I came in such a rush I didn’t bring a present 111 have


    my wife make it up to you!”


    The words “present” and “wife” almost made Timothy spit out his drink.


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    He nced up and caught sight of Bet, instantly understanding why Sullivan had spoken that way–


    it was a deliberate performance for Bet!


    True enough, Bet looked sour


    On the other side, Sullivan dialed Megan’s number, speaking with tender affection, hoping she would


    join Victorias birthday celebration and bring a gift along.


    Victoria listened, unimpressed. She knew Megan well after many years of acquaintance and was


    certain Megan wouldn’t be magnanimous enough to buy her a gift. No woman would graciously shop


    for a rival.


    But she was wrong


    An hourter, Megan arrived in a chauffeured car, wearing a Dior knitted embroidered top paired with a


    ck beaded maxi skirt–graceful and elegant with a touch of allure.


    Megan handed a gift to Victona, her voice gentle, Tm so sorry, Victoria! If Sullivan had told me earlier


    about your birthday. I wouldn’t have had to scramble. Even though I’mte, I still want to wish you a


    happy birthday.”


    Her words were carefully chosen to save Sullivan’s face, not a hint of resentment in her tone.


    Victoria’s lips curved into a smile, “Megan, you shouldn’t have! This must have set you back a pretty


    penny.”


    Megan’s eyes met Sullivan’s. Her gaze was tender, followed by a warm smile. “It’s Sullivan’s treat.”


    The room fell silent.


    They had once looked down on Megan, partly because Sullivan didn’t seem fond of her, and partly


    because Megan always seemed a bit childish, but now, she had transformed into the impable Mrs.


    Lowry.


    In the midst of the silence, Timothy drawled, “Wasn’t someone just itching to y Truth or Dare a


    moment ago? H


    Hey, Megan, you in? It’s


    quite the thrill!”


    Before Megan could respond, Victoria flipped her hair back andughed, “Unless Sullivan can’t bear to


    let her.”


    She was still trying to sideline Megan. She could tell from the looks the men gave Megan–there was a


    mix of awe and eagerness that irked her deeply