Missing Mrs. Lowry: The Billionaire’s Wakeup Call

Chapter 184

The light robe fell open, exposing Megan under the harsh glow of the office lamp, her skin luminous and pale.

Sullivan held her tightly around the waist, his grip unyielding. He even had the audacity to give her a demeaning pat on the bottom, smirking coldly, “Now, you’ll see what it’s like to truly be a plaything!”

Megan’s face turned ashen; escape was not an option.

Under the bright light, she was at his mercy, treated with a roughness that even the most desperate wouldn’t endure.

The light flickered painfully.

Her body ached, but her heart ached more. She clung to the edge of the desk with all her might, enduring Sullivan’s rage.

In her palm was a small, hard object.

It pressed into her skin painfully.

Unable to bear it, Megan turned her head and released her grip. In her sweaty left palm lay a pair.of exquisite cufflinks… Except the once sparkling diamonds were now stained with a hint of pale red.

A drop of blood from Megan’s fingertip.

Outside, the snowstorm gradually ceased.

two in the morning, Sullivan released Megan. Glancing at her disheveled appearance, he casually straightened his

– it was Bianca.

be right

sprawled across the desk, her body pale, her hair spread over his paperweight, her entire being a picture of ruin.

vented, Sullivan’s temper had somewhat

lit a cigarette beside her and inhaled, his voice surprisingly gentle, “Get

Megan remained silent.

another look and took his coat

thought to himself, Megan was smart;

of marital spats? The games of young love weren’t

Sullivan had left, Megan still

She couldn’t move!

was in pain, not just the skin and

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him so easily, believed a man who had tormented

she was indispensable, but in reality, it

had nothing to do with

love; and he had no intention