Missing Mrs. Lowry: The Billionaire’s Wakeup Call

Chapter 142

Looking back on it now, it seems downright hilarious.

Megan just couldn’t shake off her worry for Lucia, so she arranged to meet her at a cozy cofe.

Lucia was there first, perched by the floor–to–ceiling window, watching as Megan pulled up in her car

As Megan walked in, Lucia cocked her head and asked, “Driving solo today? I thought all you high–society ladies had chauffeurs.”

Megan settled into her chair with a wry smile. “Thinking about doing some driving on my own from now on.”

That comment was enough for Lucia to catch on to her plans, “Seriously considering a divorce, huh? Sullivan’s been looking pretty whipped lately”

Megan didn’t want to dredge up those matters. She looked intently at Lucia and asked, “What about you and Timothy? What’s your game plan?”

Lucia squirmed a bit, playing with her hair as she deflected, focusing on the positives, “What could possibly be up with us? Just the usual drama between a man and a woman, right? Life goes on with or without someone.”

Megan stayed silent.

my career, you know! If I burn that bridge, how am I supposed to keep up in the social scene?

this wasn’t

afloat, never anchoring. After all these years, Megan could see that Lucia

and pulled out a check from

Five million dollars

Megan wouldn’t easily touch Sullivan’s money, this had

she even be human if she did?

her hand firmly, her voice tinged with

hand now! Listen to me, Lucia, the moment Timothy gets engaged, leave him. Make a clean break! Move to another city, or go abroad,

Lucia’s throat tightened.

eyes slowly lifted to meet Megan’s. She saw the same old Megan, delicate and gentle, with her small face and slender figure, who always gave her all to Lucia, who always understood

Lucia loved Timothy.

but it had grown from their

on her, and his family would never accept a girl with a tarnished reputation. His fiancée,

do? She was tough with her words, but lacked the courage to

by the moment. It was as if she

speaking calmly, “Lucia, come