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.

mind. She reassured Cora, “Once Dad

smiled. “I believe you, dear! Maybe one

a

been a long while since she had smiled like this. When she smiled, two little tiger

her room, she sat on the bed, carefully wiping her cherished

of you night away! Play for four hours and you’ll make 5,000 bucks–it’s like money falling from the sky! I know you need money.

four

abruptly. Although she was not usually sociable, she still managed

instructed her, “Dress up

in acknowledgement.

but embrace her violin, caressing it

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 she

ages since she’d last worn them,

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

bustled with their trays, weaving through

gown with her hair swept up, accentuating

which she played the violin was enchanting

Sullivan leaned against it, casually smoking. He wore

smoke was expelled and instantly tom apart by the night

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

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

Sullivan was