Missing Mrs. Lowry: The Billionaire’s Wakeup Call

Chapter 57

Megan felt utterly humiliated.

To her Sullivan made it clear that even with the title of Mrs. Lowry, she was nothing more than a vessel for his carnal release, an exclusive plaything. He had never shown her an ounce of respect.

In his eyes, she was like a cheap streetwalker!

Within the hundred square meter space of the media room, Megan’s pitiful pleas mingled with Sullivan’s satisfied grunts. He hadn’t felt this good in a long time!

Sullivan looked down at Megan. He couldn’t see her face and felt unsatisfied, so he gently tugged her hair, tilting her head to kiss her.

Megan was dazed, passively occupied by him. In her hand was a paring knife she had grabbed in her struggle. She felt desolate and absurd.

And she knew that once she left this room, she’d return to her former life as the seemingly respectable, yet utterly devoid of self, Mrs. Lowry. Perhaps Sullivan would keep her confined at home, hidden away like some shameful secret

Megan didn’t want that. She didn’t want to go back, nor did she want Cora to end up behind bars. She was out of options… When Sullivan was

was pushed away, he was caught off guard! He looked at Megan in astonishment; they were both in a state of disgrace! Megan knelt on the sofa, clutching the paring knife. Even with trembling hands, she held it firmly as if the insignificant blade could protect her.

once filled with lust, tumed cold.

course, his interest

Lowry, planning to murder your husband with that? Do you even have the guts?” Megan’s face was pale. Her lips quivered as she

will you? I never meant to hurt you, and I really did enter room 6201 by mistake. Do you think! plotted all along to

Sullivan was silent.

equates

I atone now? Can i

turned towards

The cold

was stained with fresh blood, dripping drop by

bloodstain spread across the carpet..

was a horrific sight!

unaware that losing so much blood could kill her, she still smiled, asking him, “Sullivan, is this enough? If not,

felt like. Sullivan watched her determined expression. He knew that if he didn’t compromise,

shock, perhaps something else was shaking his soul, stirring