Missing Mrs. Lowry: The Billionaire’s Wakeup Call

Chapter 112

On the other end of the phone, Sullivan gazed at his smartphone and allowed a silent chuckle to escape his lips.

He never failed to acquire what he wanted.

He longed for Megan, and she would be his!

After hanging up the phone, Megan stepped outside.

Cora, noticing her troubled expression, prodded gently, “Trouble with Sullivan again?”

Megan shook her head, confiding in Cora with the truth, “Things were rough a few days ago, but last night he came back with a changed attitude. Cora, I just can’t figure out what’s going on in Sullivan’s head.”

Cora retreated to her bedroom and returned holding a flyer. With a soft smile, she said, “It’s an exhibition of your mother’s artwork when she was alive, Megan. If you’re feeling upset, why not go and take a look? Come back for dinner, and I’ll save you some pies.”

Her mother’s art exhibition…

Megan received the flyer and caressed it lovingly. Her mother, a Quinn by birth, had been a sensation in the city at a young age. Tragically, her life was cut short. Now, her extensive body of work was highly sought after, with each piece valued millions.

tell Megan was eager to go and softly

Her mind was indeed

was on display at Borough City’s most

painting called “Rain–Swept Begonia,” priced at 5.8 million dollars. Megan didn’t have that kind of money on hand. She had planned to

with the painting, she lingered

voice came from behind her, “Like it?

moment

It was Bennett!

time since they last met, and Megan thought

just 2% of The Lowry Group’s shares ensure you a life of comfort. What’s a few million to you now? But tell me, how does it feel to share a husband with other women? Or have you stopped

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him, “I’ve told

her by the wrist.

once cut herself