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.

Cora, “Once Dad gets better and

smiled. “I believe you, dear! Maybe one day you’ll be

offered a faint

like this. When she smiled, two little tiger teeth were faintly visible, which

sat on the bed,

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

for four

usually sociable, she still managed to butter up the manager with a

instructed her, “Dress

in

help but embrace her violin,

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

ages since she’d last worn them,

high–end French restaurant located on a prime road

their trays, weaving through

accentuating her neck

the chandeliers, the grace with which she played the violin was

against it, casually smoking. He

smoke was expelled and instantly tom apart by the night breeze,

violin, His gaze was a mix of male desire and a possessiveness he couldn’t quite understand. He didn’t enter the restaurant but

were amazed by Megan and handed her their business

Sullivan was