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

dear! Maybe one

offered a

since she had smiled like this. When she smiled, two little tiger teeth were

the bed, carefully wiping her cherished violin.

of you night away! Play for four hours and you’ll make 5,000 bucks–it’s

for four

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

instructed her, “Dress up

in

up, she couldn’t help but embrace her violin,

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 what she wore

ages since she’d last worn them,

located on a prime road in Borough City, the lights were brightly lit.

bustled with their trays, weaving through

swept up, accentuating her neck with a pair of pearl

the grace with which she played the violin was enchanting

black Bentley pulled up outside. Sullivan leaned against it, casually smoking. He wore a black

expelled and instantly tom apart

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

time to time, men were amazed by Megan and handed her their business cards, but Megan politely

Sullivan was