["Today. Right away."]
Shirley Thorne was impressed by Zane Lowell's efficiency. 'Meredith Rowan must have really put her mind to this and pulled some strings,' she thought. 'Otherwise, there's no way it would be this fast.'
'It seems The Mistress Mother really wants to get this over with quickly and push the divorce through,' she mused. 'Too bad…'
'The top billionaire himself doesn't want to!'
Shirley Thorne's eyes narrowed, her almond-shaped eyes turning foxy. She leisurely got out of bed and dressed.
About an hour later, she arrived at the sanatorium to find Meredith Rowan and Aaron Rayburn already waiting at the entrance to greet her.
Shirley Thorne ran over with a joyful smile on her face and immediately asked, "Where's Mr. Lowell?"
Meredith Rowan smiled gently. "Mr. Lowell stayed up all night painting. He's exhausted."
Aaron Rayburn jumped at the chance to get a jab in. "Oh, Lowell's a real prize... except he's got no stamina. Just a scrawny weakling!"
