Chapter 38
Chapter 38
Cressida gripped her delicate fingers tightly together Yet, on the surface, she was the picture of docility. “I understand, Mr. Lowry!”
Sullivan stood and made his exit.
Outside, Cressida’s folks stood there, the very image of plain, unassuming people, eager to strike up a conversation with Sullivan as he emerged, but before they could utter a word, he had already stepped into the elevator Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.
Bianca shot them a glare and followed suit.
In the elevator, it was just Sullivan and Bianca, the red numbers on the digital display ticking down steadily.
“Why send Cressida to Pinecrest Hospital?” Sullivan suddenly asked. “Wasn’t that where Megan’s dad was treated?”
Bianca’s heart tightened But she quickly offered an explanation, “Mr. Lowry, it wasn’t intentionall By the time I got to the airport, the ambulance had already taken Cressida to the hospital. Will you be visiting Cressida before her surgery tomorrow?”
As the elevator dinged open, Sullivan was the first to step out, leaving behind a dismissive, “I’m not a doctor!” Bianca humed after him.
As Sullivan slid into his sleek black Bentley, the window rolled down, and he half–turned to Bianca. “Set up a dinner with Paxton when he gets to Borough City.”
Bianca understood, he wanted to introduce Cressida.
She couldn’t help but add, “Mr. Lowry, I’ve heard Paxton’s taken a shine to a student. I’m afraid this might not pan out!”
Sullivan was scrolling through his phone and hardly looked up.
“Who’s caught Paxton’s disceming eye then?” he asked nonchalantly
Bianca forced a smile. “Details are sketchy, but Paxton has publicly praised this violinist and said he intends to mentor her personally.” Sullivan looked up at his sectary, his voice cool and detached. “Then let’s put Paxton’s integrity to the test”
At half–past seven, Sullivan returned to the Lowry Mansion..
The opulent dining hall was filled with the aroma of breakfast
Camilla, dressed in her elegant attire, sat at the dining table directing the servants, her peripheral vision catching her son heading upstairs. She stopped him with a detached tone, “She’s gone already!”
Sullivan paused mid–stride. He turned and took a seat at the table, where a servant promptly laid out a napkin for him
Seeing her son disinclined to speak, Camilla couldn’t help but vent. “I heard you were out dealing with Cressida’s mess in the middle of last night? Sullivan, I don’t really want to meddle in your affairs, but the gossip is that you and Megan are heading for a divorce!”
She paused and added, “No matter what, Megan is leagues above Cressida.”
Sullivan took a sip of his black coffee and gestured to the servant. “Remember, no creamer next time”
The servant nodded earnestly
Only then did Sullivan address his mother’s concems, “I have no plans for divorce… and I have no interest in Cressida.”
“But she’s interested in you!” Camilla’s face twisted with disdain at the mention of Cressida, “She’s a crow trying to play peacock!” Sullivan didn’t respond.
Not wanting to strain their relationship further, Camilla pushed an invitation across the table towards Sullivan, “There’s a party at Mrs. Lambert’s on Thursday. Regardless, you need to show up with Megan, play the loving couple, and squash those divorce rumors.” Mrs. Lambert?
Sullivan glanced at the invitation, it was indeed from the wife of Mr. Lambert of Daybreak Corp
Mr. Lambert had a project underway, one Sullivan was vying for, with decent odds.
Given the timing, the party seemed especially crucial, and without hesitation, Sullivan said, “Til bring Bianca instead. There’s a project that could use her insight”
world of business.
Besides, Sullivan didn’t want Megan, to get involved in the cutthroat w Camilla disapproved, “Blanca may be competent, but she’s just a secretary. Since when do men bring their secretaries to a social event?”
ure that project, no matter what.