She's Too Busy Winning to Watch Him Cry novel Chapter 114

You literally just ran into him, Lyra thought bleakly.

She stared down at the book in her arms as if it were laced with acid and hastily shoved it back at Quentin. "You keep it. I just remembered I already have a copy at home."

"Alright..." Quentin took it back without a second thought.

Her emotions in a tangled mess, Lyra mumbled a quick thanks and practically fled the lab.

...

The next morning at 8:00 AM.

Lyra had barely settled into her office chair when Alan called. The man was practically worshipping the ground she walked on, entirely convinced she was a once-in-a-generation financial oracle whose predictions bordered on the supernatural.

Listening to his endless shower of praise, Lyra could only offer a faint, amused smile.

He had no idea she was living her second life. Because she had religiously followed financial news in her past, her slightly above-average memory had simply retained a few pivotal market-crash dates.

The entire foundation of her California hedge fund was built solely on the ashes of her past-life knowledge.

After wrapping up her directives with Alan, she ended the call.

An hour later, she was still buried in her paperwork.

Caleb's secretary knocked and poked her head in, looking flustered. "Miss Fairchild, Mr. Jameson is here, but Caleb stepped out."

Lyra knew that Caleb and Kayla had taken the afternoon off to shop for furniture. With the wedding fast approaching, they were deeply absorbed in decorating their new home.

"Did he have an appointment with my brother today?" Lyra frowned.

Ever since their brutal fistfight, the two men hadn't spoken a single word to each other.

"The appointment was scheduled for tomorrow, but Mr. Jameson showed up a day early. Miss Fairchild, would you mind receiving him?"

Lyra had zero desire to see him. "You handle it."

"But..." Secretary Montgomery hesitated.

Before the secretary could reluctantly obey and turn away.

Lyra stood up with a sigh. "Never mind. I'll go."

She was undeniably curious to see what he wanted.

...

Lyra walked out with the secretary.

The short walk to the CEO's office gave her enough time to build an impenetrable armor. The second she pushed the heavy oak doors open, a flawless, corporate smile was pasted onto her face. "Mr. Jameson."

Rowan was seated on the leather sofa, his long legs crossed. His posture was languid, yet he radiated a suffocating, predatory aura that made the air in the room feel thin. At her greeting, he paused.

Lyra's fingertips twitched, instinctively curling inward.

His stare was like a scalpel, peeling back her defenses.

Pinned under his abyssal, freezing gaze, she found herself momentarily robbed of speech.

Just then, the secretary entered with a tray of hot coffee, buying Lyra a precious few seconds to recover.

Lyra swallowed the lump of dread in her throat and steadied her nerves. "We never imagined you would launch an attack on us, Mr. Jameson. Why would you? Was it simply because of Jasmine?"

"It had nothing to do with her," Rowan replied coldly.

"My second question," he continued, "do you happen to have any connections to a hedge fund named Aurelius Capital?"

Lyra locked eyes with him. His frozen, analytical stare, heavy with dangerous suspicion, made her skin crawl.

Unfazed, she blinked innocently and offered a bright smile. "Never heard of them."

Rowan didn't say a word.

He took a slow sip of his coffee, then stood up in fluid motion. "Sorry for the intrusion."

Lyra stood to see him out. The moment his broad silhouette disappeared down the hall, she collapsed back onto the couch, feeling as though every ounce of strength had been siphoned from her bones.