Missing Mrs. Lowry: The Billionaire’s Wakeup Call

Mogan laid downs er tanns, knowing als had to be crystal clear with Sullivan 

There was no love between them, no why not 

How could Sullivan, sharp as & tack, not notice the transfor 

He wanted her to be Mrs. Lowry well, 

Megan had bloomed from a girl into a woman he had learned to bile her time, to negotiate with men las no longer pined for his affection, shu had become practical. 

And Sullivan always had a soft spot for pragmatiam. 

Just like Bennett Leach’s sister, Victoria Leach, the epitome of savvy that he once thought would be file future Inele Hut in the end, be married Megan, the fragile and delicate Megan 

But now that Megan had become practical, it seemed so didnt like it one h NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

His discomfort was palpable as he withdrew his long fingers, a snort escaping him, “Mrs. Lovey, you have imamed to negotiated 

Megan continued softly, “I have more terms! Sullivan, I don’t want to take money from you or fianca anymore. I want 2% of the Lowry Group shares 

Sullivan was taken aback. His handsome brow arched, a sneer on his lips, “Do you even know how much 25% of the Lowry Group is worth? Even by a conservative estimate, it’s worth 5 billion. Mrs. Lowry, arent you a little ton grandy?” 

Megan smiled, eyes lowered. 

After a moment, she looked up at him and said, “Sullivan, I’ve said it before stick around someone like you long enough, and even a fool leams a thing or twol Whether you love me or not, as Mrs Lowry, I have a right to enjoy your wealth Henides, aren’t you refusing to divorce me just because you’re afraid fil sleep with someone else? I think, Mr. Lowry, your illustrious pride is worth the price. And when Mr. Lowry tires of this body and doesn’t care anymore, wouldn’t it be a happy ending for me to take my shares and leave? Besides, 2% 

Sullivan leaned against the sofa behind him. He stared at her coldly for a long moment before pulling a velvet box from his suit jacket pocket. 

Megan recognized it. It was her wedding ring. 

Sullivan played with the box with his nimble fingers, a hint of amusement on his handsome face, “Mrs. Lowry, you’ve actually convinced mel But I have a condition too. Those 2% shares cant be sold? 

Megan agreed. After all, she was only after the dividends. 

Sullivan flipped the velvet box open, revealing a dazzling diamond ring. 

Looking into her eyes, he said, “In addition to the shares, Il allocate a monthly allowance of 20 million dollars to you, and those family: heirlooms worth hundreds of millions will be transferred to you From now on, they are yours.” 

Megan’s expression remained neutral as she said, “I don’t want those” 

But Sullivan’s gaze was piercing. “But I insist on giving them to you!” 

Before Megan could react, Sullivan had already pulled her into his arms, his head dipping down to kiss her, his lips pressing against hers 

In their years of marriage, their intimacy had been frequent but rarely did they kiss. Megan was always shy in their kisses, never Initiating, but Sullivan didn’t mind. From a man’s perspective, he preferred a bit of innocence in his wife. He relished turning Megan’s usually subdued face into a canvas of desire. 

Just like now! 

Sullivan kissed her passionately. He explored various angles until she was infused with his essence and clung to him in a heated daze, feeling his urgent arousal. 

Sullivan paused. He gently touched her flushed lips, whispering sweet nothings meant only for spouses, “Mrs. Lowry, you’re irresistible right now! I think… any man would lay the world at your feet!” 

But his tone was tinged with mockery. Because their marriage had shifted from Megan’s one–sided affection to a transaction. 

He believed it didn’t bother him! He just needed a Mrs. Lowry, and Megan was simply the most suitable candidate. 

He offered her money, but not his heart. The heart was something Megan had discarded, and something Sullivan treasured even less!