Missing Mrs. Lowry: The Billionaire’s Wakeup Call

Chapter 167

Megan froze for a second, then turned her head to see Timothy.

The guy who was supposed to be getting engaged, who looked so vibrant and lively in the engagement video, now appeared haggard and worn, with a hint of red in his eyes.

“Where’s Lucia?” Timothy’s voice was raspy, and the grip on Megan’s wrist was painfully tight.

Megan gathered herself.

She looked straight at Timothy and said softly. “When we talked on the phone yesterday, she was at her place in Borough City. Timothy, aren’t you getting engaged? Why are you looking for her?”

Timothy let go of her and imitably lit up a cigarette.

A pale grey smoke began to rise.

With his long fingers, he flicked the ash and spoke in a low voice, “I haven’t been able to reach her since last night! Megan, it’s not that I don’t want to let her go; I can’t let go of myself!”

Megan murmured in disbelief, “Timothy, you’re getting engaged! Do you want Lucia to be your mistress? If you keep bothering her, will your fiancée Corona let Lucia be? Lucia has nothing… she’s just an orphan, and with Corona’s family wealth and power, it would be easy for her to ham Lucia.”

Timothy’s voice was hoarse, “I won’t let Corona hurt her.”

that? You can’t

to

took a step

stay calm! Timothy, you can get engaged, you can have a happy marriage… but don’t hurt Lucia. She’s not like you; she has nothing! If she gets hurt, all she can do is hide and lick her wounds, telling

got was a mechanical voice apologizing that the call could not be _connected.

tried countless times, to no

this wouldn’t be unusual. But today,

night, Megan woke from a nightmare,

covered in blood, turning to

“Lucia

her clothes were soaked through. She stared out into the night, gasping for breath, still caught in the nightmare’s

phone’s melodious ringtone broke the silence of the

returning her

Lucia on the

the dead of night, Sullivan’s voice was deep and

of midnight, even if their relationship was strained, even if he wasn’t the person she wanted to rely on, Megan still found herself saying in a hoarse voice, “This afternoon,

back to the dream, she couldn’t help but curl up

she felt even less capable than when she was a child. Back then, the Quigleys the Quigley family’s daughter, anyone she wanted

then, she could hide