Missing Mrs. Lowry: The Billionaire’s Wakeup Call

Chapter 121

Word had gotten around that Sullivan was spending a lot of time with Cressida, and it had reached Cora’s ears.

She remembered Sullivan’s last attentive visit and grew concerned for Megan, so she made a point to invite her out for a coffee–just the two of them.

Cora sneered, “Heard she’s not long for this world! Her kind isn’t even worthy of the phrase ‘beauty cursed with an early demise.”

After a pause, Cora quizzed Megan, “What’s your game plan?”

Deep down, Cora was old–fashioned, believing that if you can’t keep a man’s heart, you might as well have a hold on his wallet. In her eyes, the best move was to have a child and secure the Mrs. Lowry title.

Megan looked down, idly stirring her coffee.

Truth be told, Sullivan wanted a child, too, but Megan did not.

She was now sober to the reality that she held two percent of the Lowry Group’s shares, ensuring a comfortable life ahead without the need to toil away. Why bring a child into the world to forever be tied to Sullivan in a marriage of resentment?

The thought of leaving had taken root in her. But it would require careful planning, as Sullivan clearly wasn’t ready to let go.

Cora anxious. “Megan, say something! Tell me, how has Sullivan been treating you

his darling. How could he have time for me? Don’t worry about me, Cora. I’m

eyes glistened with

tougher times before; this is

it so well, Cora felt both relieved and pained. She took Megan’s hand. “Tomorrow is your wedding anniversary with Sullivan. You should really talk

having booked the most luxurious restaurant for a candlelit dinner, already

somewhat reassured, but Megan knew all too well that this romantic dinner was not a date between

had turned to ash for

the anniversary of Sullivan and

tier restaurant. Tonight, she had spent a fortune to reserve the entire place,

in exquisite attire, adorned with her

her face was

answered by Bianca, who spoke in hushed tones as if avoiding someone, “Mr. Lowry is still in a meeting and might not be able to make it on time, Mrs.

gaze fixed

deeply. But now, seeing Sullivan by Cressida’s sickbest the felt it was a pity. Sullivan was just