Missing Mrs. Lowry: The Billionaire’s Wakeup Call

Chapter 161

Blanca tapped lightly on the door before pushing it open.

Inside the CEO’s office, Sullivan was seated, reviewing documents, dressed sharply in a three–piece suit, an aura of cool elegance about him.

Hearing the sound, Sullivan looked up and asked, “How did it go?”

Bianca shook her head. “I just had a meeting with Paxton’s assistant. He refused to accept your sponsorship. He said they would find anether way.”

Sullivan leaned back in his chair. He was silent for a long while before speaking softly, “I see. You can leave now.”

Noticing his sour mood, Bianca quickly left and closed the door behind her.

The office fell silent.

Sullivan pulled out a diamond ring from his pocket, staring at it quietly.

Megan didn’t want the car he offered, refused his investment. She didn’t even want the Quinn Haven anymore, it seemed like whether he had something with Cressida or not, she didn’t care

She just wanted to leave him, saying to stop doing these things to please her, that they were over regardless.

But Sullivan didn’t want to part ways with her. He liked her, wanted to keep her close, feeling their story shouldn’t end on such a dismal

note

He sat from daylight till dusk.

When Blanca came in to tidy up the documents, she heard Sullivan mutter, “Megan saw a therapist a year and a half ago. Find him. Tell him I’ve asked for a favor”

Bianca was taken aback. She instinctively said, “Mrs. Lowry wouldn’t like…

Sullivan looked at her, “Then she doesn’t need to know.”

Bianca didn’t dare to say more, immediately setting to work

In less than an hour, in the Lowry Group’s small conference room, the expensive therapist had assembled a tearn, tuming Megan’s files into a presentation. The blue light from the LCD screen cast a shadow over Sullivan’s chiseled face.

Bianca stood beside him, watching Megan’s innocent face on the screen, her smile revealing a cute canine tooth. Bianca listened as Sullivan detailed their marriage’s ins and outs, even describing Megan’s preferred positions in bed with precision, his tone as casual as if discussing the weather.

She watched as the therapist coldly analyzed Megan’s psyche, constantly adjusting strategies.

Blanca fled, running to the restroom, gripping the sink as she retched uncontrollably… until bile came up, and she slowly slid to the

floor.

Disgusting!

She couldn’t believe she once admired Sullivan, even less could she believe he would use such business tactics on his own wife. A $5 million check, exposing his wife to scrutiny by ten doctors as if

she were laid bare, analyzing how to move her, when to appear by her side, what sweet nothings she liked to heat and when was the right time to get intimate…. Property of Nô)(velDr(a)ma.Org.

Sullivan was relentless, like a machine without emotion.

Cruelty incarnate.

Blanca felt like she was going insane!

After a busy day at the studio, Megan returned to her small yet cozy rented apartment.

She lay on the sofa for a while, planning to cook up some comfort food for dinner. While cooking, Lucia called, and she chatted away as she prepared the meal.

That’s when a noise came from outside the door. Something scratching and scraping against it.

Megan went to open the door.

And there she saw a cute little dog, with black eyes and snow–white fur, wagging its tail adorably at Megan.

At first, Megan thought it belonged to a neighbor. But there was something shiny hanging from the dog’s neck. She picked it up and took a closer look, pausing in shock.

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It was her wedding ring!