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Chapter 10
Chapter 10
He seldom graced her with leniency, yet Megan turned it down. Her slender pale fingers curled slightly.
Sullivan’s patience was wearing thin. “What on earth do you want?
Megan murmured low, “Divorcel I want a divorce from you.”
With Sullivan swamped in work and Megan refusing to come home, this moming, he couldn’t even find his cufflinks, which set him off. Just as he was about to lose his cool, he saw Begonia talking to a nurse in front of a white BMW in the parking lot,
Sullivan’s mood soured even further, and he clicked his tongue in annoyance.
Then his phone rang
It was Bianca.
Sullivan answered with an edge to his voice, “What’s up?”
Bianca dutifully informed him, “Ms. Baldwin just had a fall while getting out of bed. It’s possible she injured a nerve in her leg. She’s in a foul temper right now. Mr. Lowry, perhaps you should visit her in Harmony City? If you do, she will surely be delighted.”
Sullivan held the phone, silent for a moment, clearly hesitant because of Megon nearby.
The volume on his phone was high enough for Megan to overhear. She let out a faint laugh, opened the car door, and walked away without looking back.
A chill evening breeze swept over her, and she shivered.
She thought, fortunately, when Sullivan had earlier taken out the wedding ring, she had not been moved, had not reconsidered, and had not thought about returning to that suffocating marriage
Thank goodness.
As her figure disappeared into the distance, Sullivan watched her go while still speaking to Blanca, “Get her the best doctor!”
“But won’t you visit her in Harmony City?” Bianca asked, surprised.
Sullivan had already hung up. After ending the call with Blanca, he tried to reach Megan, but her number was unreachable. The messages, too, couldn’t be delivered.
Megan had blocked his number and on social media as well…
Sullivan, fuming, tossed his phone aside. After a while, he picked up the diamond ring and observed it quietly. Now he was convinced that Megan was determined to leave him. However, without his consent, she would still have to be Mrs. Lowry
Three days later, in the executive suite at the top floor of the Lowry Group building.
Sullivan stood in front of the floor to ceiling windows, speaking on the phone with Heloise. The old lady missed Megan again and urged him to bring her over for a visit
Sullivan pacified her with soothing words.
Just then, there came a knock on the door. “Mr. Lowry, you’ve received an express delivery.” This content is © NôvelDrama.Org.
Sullivan’s brows arched, suspecting what it might be.
Moments later, Blanca entered and placed an express package on his desk, softly saying, “It’s sent by your wife.”
Sullivan glanced out the window for a few seconds before slowly walking over. His long fingers picked up the document and tore it open. As he suspected, it was a divorce agreement
He skimmed it quickly. Megan was proud, she wanted nothing. She was leaving with nothing!
His expression darkened, and after a long pause, he asked in a low voice. “What has she been up to lately?”
Bianca hastily replied, “It seems she’s selling the house! There have been many viewers, but no buyers yet. Also, she is looking for a job. She won some domestic awards in college, and it seems a decent institution is interested in signing her offering a good salary and
benefits”
Sullivan sat down in his leather chair.
After a moment, he held up the divorce papers, staring at them silently. His voice was as cold as ice. “Get someone to make an offer on that house, drive the price down to rock bottom and buy it!”
Then he scoffed, “As for the job/she can’t handle the grindr
Blanca was taken aback. She had expected Mr. Lowry would wreak vengeance on the Quigley family to the fullest, but he hadn’t
Didn’t he despise Megan the most?
She hesitated only a few seconds before Sullivan’s scolding tone jolted her, “Aren’t you leaving yet?”
Bianca quickly made her exit.
Outside the office, she clenched her fists, hesitated for a moment, then took out her phone to make a call.