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.

reassured Cora, “Once Dad gets better and

dear! Maybe

a

she smiled, two little tiger teeth were faintly visible, which was actually quite cute.

the bed, carefully wiping

manager from the performance company. “Megan, there’s an opening for a high–end 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 like

for four

stood up abruptly. Although she was not usually sociable, she still managed to butter up the manager

instructed her, “Dress up pretty

in acknowledgement.

couldn’t help but embrace her violin, caressing

a moment of delight, 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 touched them, somewhat in a trance, this outfit was

ages since she’d last

evening, the at a high–end French restaurant located on a prime road in

trays,

flowing silk gown with her hair swept up, accentuating her neck

which she played

leaned against it, casually smoking. He wore a black shirt and casual pants–a more

expelled and instantly tom apart by the night

was a mix of male desire and a possessiveness he couldn’t quite understand. He

time, men were amazed by Megan and handed her their

Sullivan was