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.

“Once Dad gets

“I believe you, dear! Maybe one day

offered a faint smile.

she had smiled like this. When she smiled, two

the bed, carefully

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 money falling from

for four hours..

was not usually sociable, she still managed to butter up

her, “Dress up pretty

hummed in

help but embrace her

then she saw the white silk blouse paired with a black long dress. Megan

been ages since

a prime road

bustled with their trays,

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

chandeliers, the grace with which she played the

the floor–to–ceiling glass, a black Bentley pulled up outside. Sullivan leaned against it, casually smoking. He wore a black shirt and casual pants–a more relaxed look than his usual business attire.

and instantly tom apart by the

play the violin, His gaze was a mix of male desire and a possessiveness he

from time to time, men were amazed by Megan and handed her their business cards, but Megan politely declined them all, focused solely

Sullivan was