Missing Mrs. Lowry: The Billionaire’s Wakeup Call

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Chapter 17

Megan dashed back to the modest apartment she was renting

From a distance, Cora, holding on umbrella, anxiously waited downstairs

Megan slowed her pace. “Cora, how come you are here?”

Once inside, Corn gave her a towel and began drying Megan’s damp hair while saying, “I was worried, so I came to check on you. How could you not call a cab in this downpour?”

Megan repited softly. “It’s not easy to get a cab when it mins.”

Cora urged Megan to take a shower. When she came out, Cora had heated up some soup to warm her up.

As Megan sipped her soup, Cora hesitated before asking. “So, what’s the latest with you and Sullivan?”

Megan paused. Then, continuing with her soup, she murmured, “He refuses to sign the divorce papers! I can’t find a lawyer willing to take the case just yet, but I’ve filed for separation. In two years, whether he likes it or not, I’ll be free.”

Cora chose not to press further. She silently applied ointment to Megan’s finger her eyes tearing up at the sight of the injury.

In those years, Megan was a high–talent student at the music academy; many maestros wanted to take her as a student, including that musical genius, Paxton, who had knocked on her door several times.

Now, here she was… playing her violin in such places.

was on her mind. She reassured Cora, “Once Dad gets better and my brother’s out, I’ll continue my studies!”

believe you, dear! Maybe one day you’ll be a musician.”

offered a faint smile.

smiled like this. When she smiled, two little tiger

her room, she sat on the bed, carefully wiping her cherished violin.

French restaurant tomorrow. They want something classy. I thought of you night away! Play for four hours and you’ll make 5,000 bucks–it’s

four

not usually sociable, she still managed to butter up the

her, “Dress

hummed in

but embrace

she went to pick out the right outfit. She searched for a long time, and then she saw the white silk blouse paired with a black long dress. Megan looked at them and

since she’d last worn them,

high–end French restaurant located on a prime road in

bustled with their trays,

gown with her hair swept up, accentuating her neck with a pair of pearl

the grace with which she

glass, a black Bentley pulled up outside. Sullivan leaned against it, casually smoking. He wore a black shirt and casual pants–a more relaxed look than

tom apart by the night breeze,

the first time Sullivan had seen Megan play the violin, His gaze was a mix of male

Megan and handed her their business cards, but Megan politely declined them all, focused solely

Sullivan was