Missing Mrs. Lowry: The Billionaire’s Wakeup Call

Chapter 61

Sullivan wrapped up his business at the office, and the clock was striking seven in the morning.

He tidied up quickly ready to leave the company

Bianca watched her boss, his sharp features defying the night’s toll. While she had reapplied her makeup several times to cover her sallow complexion, Sullivan appeared as crisp and vibrant as ever.

A few executives were still lingering in the conference room.

Seeking to appear close to Sullivan, Bianca sidled up to him and chirped in a chummy tone, “Mr. Lowry, are you heading out for breakfast or straight home? I’ve ordered your favorite, the egg custard tart.”

Egg custard tart…

Sullivan wasn’t fond of sweets. The only tart he’d ever praised was one Megan had made, but

ut Blanca was the handiwork of a chef from Grand Kirin Dessert House and had bought them several times.

Each time, Sullivan had discreetly passed them off to his driver.

She assumed it

it again, Sullivan was reminded that it had been ages since Megan had baked anything for him. Back when he used to work from his home office, Megan would always bring him her latest creations to try, her

his praise. But his responses were always so tepid, a single bite and no more! And Megan would look

to reality by Bianca’s impatient nudge, “Mr.

looked at Blanca’s hopeful face and said flatly,

but Sullivan felt no obligation

underground parking lot and slid into his car. Despite his body crying out for rest, he found himself driving toward

Sullivan was at the Lowry Hospital, walking down its hushed corridors.

the gap, Sullivan saw her on the phone, her voice a

pay’s decent. Don’t worry.. Sullivan

a few more words, Megan hung up.

froze. Megan was crying, her face buried

Megan used to be so expressive, crying in

grown up. She didn’t cry

Quigley family fell apart, and Wyatt

the hotel, when he had pinned Megan down on the couch, disregarding