Missing Mrs. Lowry: The Billionaire’s Wakeup Call

Chapter 134

Megan had always steered clear of those flashy downtown nightspots.

Sullivan hated them, and that was reason enough to avoid them. But since she no longer cared what Sullivan thought, Megan found herself accepting Lucia’s invitation to hit the town.

The music in the bar was deafening, but Lucia seemed to thrive in the chaos, her body swaying to the beat with practiced ease. always been drawn to the glittering nightlife, a remnant from her less–than–gilded childhood.

Pouring Megan a glass of red wine, Lucia exclaimed, “This stuff goes straight to your head!”

Megan pulled her into a seat, her voice barely above a whisper, “Why here, of all places?”

She was worried about Lucia.

She had

Nobody knew that Lucía had lost her hearing in her left ear as a child, an injury sustained during a violent encounter with some thugs who were hounding her parents for debts. Megan had begged Wyatt to spare no expense on the best ENT specialists in Borough City, but the damage was irreversible.

aside and chuckled, “That’s an old wound; it doesn’t hurt anymore. Life’s too short not to live it up. To

then, a fresh–faced twenty–something guy approached Megan,

a vivid scarlet, gently caressed the boy’s hand, making him blush furiously. With a giggle, Lucia teased,

snatched Megan’s phone and added the young man before Megan could protest. With an apologetic smile, Megan said to the boy, “My friend’s had a bit too

He brushed off the incident with a polite “No worries”

found a girl from his own social circle. I met her at a fashion show once drop–dead gorgeous and icy as hell. I bet she keeps that frosty face even in bed! Timothy, that bastard, is trying to cut me loose without a second thought,

Megan was taken aback.

soft spot for

vent, vowing to take Timothy down a peg before breaking it off, then use his money to make a fool out of him with a

to take me down a peg? Shall I give you some advice?” A

see Timothy nodding at her before he scooped up Lucia, slurring and

for a while, and perhaps Timothy and

he still found the presence of mind to call Sullivan and inform him that Megan was being bothered by men at the bar, suggesting he

Timothy’s luxury car, treating

her sickness and muttered, “You could use a