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Missing Mrs. Lowry: The Billionaire’s Wakeup Call

Chapter 18
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Chapter 18 Megan felt it was too intimate. She was about to decline when Begonia took a Tupperware from the passenger seat. "My mom made these homemade meatballs, with your favorite filling. She askedto drop them off to you" Megan felt a wave of embarrassment. "She still remembers?" Begonia smiled wormly and leaned over to open the passenger door. "Get in. It's on my way" Megan couldn't refuse now. She climbed into the cor and buckled up. "Then, thank you for the lift Begonia held the steering wheel with both hands and glanced at Megan clutching the Tupperware. His gaze was gentle. "If you're hungry, feel free to eat it. It's still warm" Nevertheless, Megan didn't want to appear too close, and she also feared dirtying his car, so she shook her head. "I'll eat it at home." Begonia didn't press her and gently pressed on the accelerator. After a short drive, he said cheerfully. "Eating it slowly at his also good!" The white BMW slowly pulled away.

From about thirty feet away, Sullivan watched the car disappear, his expression dark enough to drip with gloom. He took out his phone from his jacket and made a call. The response was swift.

Everything was as he suspected.

The hidden owner of the restaurant was none other than Begonia.

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Megan used to be just a little girl in his eyes. But years had passed, and she had blossomed into a mature woman, mode enticing by Sullivan's own tutelage.

Perhaps it was sheer exhaustion, Megan fell asleep in the car. When the vehicle stopped, she was still asleep. Begonia turned to look at her, at her delicate but somewhat haggard face, at her soft body tucked under the silky dress... He had never allowed himself to look at a woman so candidly before.

all all the m more Begonia's feelings were complicated. He couldn't resist leaning in and gently touched her fair and tender cheek. His voice was husky, "I knew you first" Megan woke up. She opened her eyes and looked around. "We have arrived already?" When her gaze met Begonia's, she paused, clutching the Tupperware a bit tighter.

Megan was a grown woman now. She wasn't slow to understand.

The check for two million, the specially delivered homemade meatballs.. it was a stretch to call it a past favor Megan weighed her words carefullyanymore." Begonia gazed at her quietly before speaking softly, "Begonia, I can take care of my family issues. You don't have to worry about They were both adults; they could read between the lines.

Megan had guessed his intentions and rejected them! Probably because she was concerned about Sullivan, afraid of affecting him.

Begonia didn't make it difficult for her. He tapped the Tupperware in her hands with a light chuckle. "Alright! But if you need anything. you can always reach out to me." It was impossible for Megan not to be moved. It's always a blessing to receive help in times of need, and anyone would be grateful. But in the world of adults, there are always too many concerns.

Moments later, Megan stood in the night breeze, watching the white BMW slowly drive away. Only after the car left did she slowly walk towards the old stairway The lights in the stairwell had been out for days, and with no property management, repairs were slow, leaving the place engulfed in darkness Megan was about to use her phone's light when a strong male arm wrapped around her.

After several stumbles, she was pinned against the stairwell wall by a man.

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Through the sliver of moonlight from the window, Megan saw Sullivan's outraged face, looking as if he had caught her in the act She pushed at him. "Sullivan, letgo!"

Sullivan stared at her, his eyes icy cold. His imposing male physique pressed against her softness, the posture utterly compromising The Tupperware slipped from Megan's hand.

1/2 11 apter Her wrists were grasped and raised high above her head, pinned in place.

The scent of aftershave from the man wafted behind her tenden ears, "Is it because of him that you want a divorce?" Megan shook her head, about to speak.

Suddenly, she let out a long, high pitched scream.