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.

“That’s an old wound; it doesn’t hurt anymore. Life’s too short not to live it up. To hell with Sullivan, Timothy, Cressida, all

guy approached Megan, asking

a vivid scarlet, gently caressed the

apologetic smile, Megan said to the boy, “My friend’s had a bit too much to

clean–cut and well–mannered. He brushed off the incident with a polite “No worries” and

on the exchange; instead, she turned her attention back to Lucia, who was now guzzling wine and ranting, “Did you know Timothy’s getting engaged? He’s 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

Megan was taken aback.

spot for Lucia.

peg before breaking it off, then use his money to

you want to take me down a peg?

up Lucia, slurring and drunk. “I’m taking her home. You want a lift, Megan,

much care for the place, but she felt like sitting alone for a while, and

Lucia to his car, he still found the presence of mind to call Sullivan and inform him that Megan was being

the call, Lucia vomited all over Timothy’s luxury car, treating it like

unfazed by the mess, glared at the woman who was now struggling with her sickness and muttered, “You could use a dip in