Chapter 11
Two days later, Megan sold the house.
The mansion, valued at 50 million, was pressed down to 24 million by the buyer, which had Cora cursing them out for their greed.
But Megan just gritted her teeth nad said, “Sell H
Her brother couldn’t wait inside, and aside from attomey fees, the Quigley family had a massive debt to be cleared. Under such pressure, Megan mally had no choice.
After selling the house, she managed to see his brother Wyatt.
Wyatt, always so handsome and distinguished, used to have all the daughters of prestigious families chasing after him. But now, he looked somewhat haggard as he spoke to Megan through the pane of glass.
“Find a lawyer named Alton. Megan, he can help me, and he can help you.”
Megan wanted to ask for more details, but time was up, and Wyatt was being taken away.
He looked at his sister, his eyes brimming with a hard–to–leave sentiment. Megan, the darling of the Quigley family since she was little, was now running around for the family.
Wyatt had read the papers. He knew exactly Megan’s situation.
As he was led away, Megan stood up, gripping the bars tightly until her knuckles turned white, “Bro..”
Wyatt mouthed two words silently-
“Take care.”
Megan watched him being taken away, and after a long while, she slowly sat down.
Alton?
Yes, she had to find Alton.
Megan had just stepped out of the detention center when she received a call from the training center. The caller addressed her with the utmost respect as Mrs. Lowry, informing her that they no longer needed people anymore.
Megan hung up quietly after the call. She guessed this was Sullivan’s doing–he was forcing her to go back to him.
She wasn’t naive enough to think that Sullivan had grown fond of her over time. He merely needed a wife to serve him, a figurehead to stabilize Lowry Group’s presence in the stock market.
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To him, she, Megan, was worthless.
Her phone rang
g again, and she saw an unfamiliar number.
On the other end was Sullivan. His voice was as cold and refined as ever, “Megan, let’s talk.”
At noon.
The brilliant sunshine of September couldn’t w
warm Megan’s body.
Half an hour later, Megan stepped into the Lowry Group building.
Blanca, the secretary personally greeted her and escorted her all the way to the top floor to the CEO’s office.
When the door was opened, Sullivan was perusing documents.
The sunlight streamed in through the floor–to–ceiling windows, bathing him, emphasizing his striking good looks. Even Bianca took an extra glance.
“Mr. Lowry, Mrs. Lowry has arrived.”
Sullivan looked up, his gaze sweeping over Megan.
slender and beautiful, but with an added touch of weariness.
Having not seen her for a week, she was still s
Sullivan showed no sympathy, his feelings for Megan always as cold as iron. He gestured to Bianca with a slight lift of his chin, “Leave
us! And close the door
Once Bianca left, Sullivan again looked at Megan, his mocking tone broke the silence, it’s been a week, and finally, Mrs. Lowry graces us with her presence! Why don’t you take a seat? You used to love baking muffins, finding any excuse to bring them here. Forgotten. where the sofa is?”
“Sullivan, I’m not here to reminisce.”
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Chapter 11
Sullivan watched her intently. After a moment, he scoffed, “So, you came here to plead?”
He picked up a cigarette case from his desk, shook out a cigarette, and lit it, all the while keeping his piercing gaze fixed on her
Sullivan had a sexy way of looking at a woman.
As the thin smoke rose, he spoke softly, “Before you came, I did some calculations for you. Considering the current situation of the Quigley family, you need to make at least thirty to forty thousand a month to cover your dad’s medical expenses, and that includes the money from selling your wedding ring!”
Megan was expressionless, “As long as Mr. Lowry is generous, I’ll find a way.”
“Mr. Lowry?” Sullivan laughed coldly. “Just last week, you were still wrapped around my neck in bed, purring like a kitten calling me Sullivan, What, in a matter of days it’s Mr. Lowry?”
Megan knew he wasn’t going to let her go. Her voice was soft but firm, “Sullivan, you have no feelings for me! I ask for nothing in the divorce, and you lose nothing, right? You could easily find another young and beautiful woman to marry
Sullivan, pinching the cigarette, watched her. He sneered, “And then what? Have you parade around with the title of ex-Mrs. Lowry, giving me cuckold’s homs everywhere?”
His words were harsh
Megan was angered, her voice hoarse, “If you’re unwilling to divorce and also unwilling to let me go, then I have only one way left!”
Sullivan’s expression turned incredibly grim.
