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.

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

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

offered a faint

since she had smiled like this. When she

her room, she sat on the bed, carefully

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 money falling from the sky! I

for four

Although she was not usually sociable, she still managed

her, “Dress up

in

but embrace her

out the right outfit. She searched for a long time, and then she saw the white silk blouse paired with a black long dress.

been ages since she’d last worn

evening, the at a high–end French restaurant located on a prime road in Borough City, the lights were brightly

bustled with their trays, weaving through the crowd.

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

grace with which

leaned against it, casually smoking. He

expelled and instantly tom apart by the

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

were amazed by Megan and handed her their business cards, but Megan politely declined

Sullivan was