Flash Marriage: Pampered by Mr.Bigshot-Chapter 445 - 444: All My Brothers Have Had Rough Marriages

Owen Lewis knitted his brows. He tried to call Annie Davidson again, but it simply wouldn’t go through.

Knowing her temperament, Owen sighed. She’d probably thrown her phone away again.

Honestly, who did she take him for? Did she really think he only had *that one* phone of hers?

So, just as Annie Davidson got out of the taxi, she heard another phone ringing from inside her bag.

"What do you want?" Annie answered, her voice sharp and her expression icy.

"Stop fooling around," Owen Lewis said, exasperated, his voice tinged with a plea.

Hearing his tone, Annie grew even more furious.

"So, in your eyes, I’m just throwing a tantrum?" Annie yelled, wanting to deal with him even less.

Owen Lewis faltered. When Annie got like this, he was completely stuck.

"Fine, you’re not throwing a tantrum. Then tell me, what exactly do you want?"

"Like hell I will!" SLAM! Annie hung up.

「MC Group—」

Owen Lewis had already arranged for his luggage to be sent back. He straightened his clothes and stepped out of the elevator.

The first person he saw was Sierra Wright, standing there with a smile. After a nod, Owen Lewis headed towards the CEO Office.

Everyone in the Secretary Department looked up as Owen Lewis walked past. Sophia Moore unknowingly furrowed her brow.

Who is this man? Sophia wondered. Why does he give off such a mysterious vibe? She felt his aura was no less overpowering than Maxwell Peary’s.

"Who is he?" Sophia asked, noticing the other secretaries seemed to recognize the man. She turned to a junior secretary beside her.

"That’s Mr. Lewis." They had only ever heard the CEO call him Lewis. As for anything else, they really didn’t know.

When Owen Lewis noticed new faces in the Secretary Department and fewer familiar ones, he arched an eyebrow slightly.

Shirley Grant... Phoebe Walker... Where had those two old birds gone?

After a quick glance, Owen Lewis entered the CEO Office. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶

"You’re back?" Maxwell Peary put down his work, walked over to the wine rack, took out a bottle, and poured a glass for him.

Owen Lewis looked at the wine, sighed, and downed it in one gulp. Then, he went to pour himself another glass.

"What’s going on with Alan Morgan? He was doing fine. Why did he suddenly resign?"

He once thought the few of them would never part ways.

"Same as seven years ago. Same issue, same woman."

Shirley Grant’s presence at MC Group is a ticking time bomb, capable of affecting Alan Morgan at any moment, Maxwell Peary thought. He had long guessed this day would come, so he wasn’t particularly surprised when it did.

"I can’t believe it..." Owen Lewis mused. "Tsk tsk. I’d just gone on a trip, and so much had happened in Capital Town."

"Why are the marriages of us brothers all so difficult?" Owen Lewis lamented, slumping casually onto the sofa.

His own honeymoon, for instance, had been going perfectly fine. But then he’d somehow angered his wife when they got back, and now they hadn’t even registered their marriage yet!

Then there was Alan Morgan... He’d been miserable for seven years, then resigned to chase after his wife. He was even scouring the globe for her and still hadn’t found her!

And the Boss... Ugh! Better not even talk about him. Always that icy expression, never saying much, never attending any banquets. He’s totally on track to be a bachelor for life!

As if he could hear Owen Lewis’s internal monologue, Maxwell Peary glanced at him, the corner of his mouth twitching almost imperceptibly as he returned to his chair.

"When you talk about difficult marriages, don’t include me."