She's Too Busy Winning to Watch Him Cry novel Chapter 113

Rowan and Wesley were evidently there for a meal as well.

Even though Lyra had instinctively stepped in front of Quentin, Rowan didn't spare the engineer a single glance. His predatory gaze locked onto Caleb instead. "Mr. Fairchild."

Caleb didn't miss a beat. "Here for lunch, Mr. Jameson?"

Despite having recently beaten each other bloody and waging an all-out war in the stock market, they maintained the polished, icy facade of corporate professionals.

"Indeed."

Rowan started to walk past them, but paused to address Lyra. "Miss Fairchild?"

Lyra balled her hands into fists, her voice eerily calm. "Rowan."

She had braced herself for some barbed remark or threat, but upon hearing her utterly hollow response, Rowan simply brushed past her and walked away.

The ramrod-straight tension in Lyra's spine finally began to dissolve as he vanished from sight.

She let out a heavy sigh of relief.

"What was that about?" Quentin asked, sensing her unusual anxiety.

Lyra shook her head. "Nothing."

Rowan hadn't recognized his most lethal former lieutenant in this lifetime.

Everything was finally shifting in her favor.

A genuine, unburdened smile graced Lyra's lips. The fear was finally dissipating. "Let's go."

...

Once back at the office, Lyra turned toward the secretarial pool, but Quentin stopped her. "Wait up. I noticed you reading up on coding last week. I have a book I want to give you."

Her curiosity piqued, Lyra nodded eagerly.

She followed him back into the R&D Department, where he fished a thick textbook off his desk and handed it to her.

"A masterpiece from an absolute legend. The book comes with hundreds of open-source case studies and full code suites."

The cover looked bizarrely familiar. Lyra glanced down at the author's name: James.

A memory flashed through her mind—after her marriage to Rowan in her past life, she had once borrowed his laptop and accidentally opened a tab to an inbox that auto-filled with: Hi, James.

Her hands trembled as she flipped to the author's bio. The timeline and credentials aligned perfectly with Rowan Jameson's background.

Subconsciously, Lyra clutched the heavy textbook to her chest. She looked up at him with a stiff expression. "Quentin... if you had the chance to work directly under a genius like that, you'd be ecstatic, wouldn't you?"

For her own selfish revenge, she had essentially sabotaged Quentin's chance to work alongside his ultimate idol.

In her previous life, Quentin's sheer brilliance had earned him a seat at the very peak of the Jameson empire.

He and Rowan had shared an incredibly tight bond.

He was both a trusted subordinate and a genuine friend.

Naturally, because Quentin worshipped Rowan, that reverence had bled over to Jasmine as well.

Somehow, Quentin had convinced himself that Lyra's marriage to Rowan was nothing but a transactional, loveless corporate merger. He had utterly despised Lyra for trapping his idol in a suffocating cage.

Whenever Rowan sneaked off to rendezvous with Jasmine, Quentin had flawlessly orchestrated his alibis.

It was completely different from how things were right now—

"True geniuses are elusive," Quentin mused.

"But I'm incredibly lucky to be working here. Both Caleb and you have taken amazing care of me. Joining Fairchild Holdings is a choice I'll never regret. James might be ruling his own domain out there, but honestly, just meeting him once would be an honor."