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.

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

“I believe you, dear! Maybe one day

a faint smile.

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

room, she sat on the bed, carefully wiping

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

for four

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

instructed her, “Dress

hummed in

couldn’t help but embrace her violin,

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 what

since she’d

a prime road in Borough City, the lights were

bustled with their trays, weaving through

swept up, accentuating her neck with

which she

smoking. He wore a black shirt and casual pants–a more relaxed look

expelled and instantly tom

mix of male desire and a possessiveness he

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

Sullivan was