Missing Mrs. Lowry: The Billionaire’s Wakeup Call

Chapter 2

Six years, Megan had loved him for six whole years!

She closed her eyes tight in a sudden moment.

Chapter 2

Megan didn’t see Sullivan return. On Friday night, a significant incident occurred in the Quigley family.

News came out that Wyatt Quigley, the eldest son of the Quigley family, might face a ten year sentence due to an economic case Involving the Quigley Group

Ten years, that was enough to ruin a man.

That very night, her father Joseph Quigley suffered an acute stroke and was rushed to the hospital for emergency surgery

Megan stood in the hospital corridor, frantically dialing Sullivan’s number, but after several tries, nobody answered. Just when she was about to give up, Sullivan texted her.

Brief as ever.

(Still in Harmony. If urgent, contact my secretary Bianca]

Megan called again, and this time Sullivan picked up. She blurted out immediately, “Sullivan, my dad..”

Sullivan cut her off. His tone was slightly impatient, “Do you need money? I’ve told you many times if it’s urgent, contact Bianca…. Megan, are you listening?”

the electronic screen, her expression blank as the news

over his lady’s heart, had booked the entire amusement park for fireworks show.

girl sat in a wheelchair with a pure and lovely smile, while Megan’s husband, Sullivan, stood behind the wheelchair. He

while, her voice cracked, “Sullivan, where

the other end, seemingly annoyed by her check–in, but he still answered dismissively. “Still tied up. I’ll hang up now. If

but

beside him… was very tender, exceedingly

tender.

Megan’s vision blured-

could be

stepmother Cora’s voice. “Did you get in touch with

for she too saw the scene or the

City again? Megan, Megan, I don’t believe that when Sullivan was in a coma, this girl named Cressida Baldwin played the violin

Quigley family’s plight, and she couldn’t help but shed tears, “But Megan… you need to be clear–headed, don’t quarrel with

her fists, her nails digging into her flesh, but she

Quarrel with Sullivan?

bigger picture, but

who wasn’t loved, her title was mere nominal!

stared at the fireworks filling the sky, murmuring softly, “All those fireworks must’ve cost a lot of money, right?”

what she meant.

gaze and began to