She's Too Busy Winning to Watch Him Cry novel Chapter 164

He really did have his eye on them...

Lyra forced herself to project unwavering confidence. "Rowan, you're just a massive control freak! You can't stand it when someone beats you to the punch, and you absolutely loathe it when someone figures out your next move! You only ever know how to resort to these extreme tactics!"

The more agitated she became, the calmer he appeared.

Rowan stared at her red-rimmed eyes and her tightly clenched fists.

"Right under my nose, time and time again, they happen to align perfectly with my exact train of thought. Tell me, Lyra, is that really just a simple coincidence?"

He paused, his gaze burning straight into hers. "Or... have you known the reason all along?"

Quentin smoothly intervened, pulling Lyra back slightly. "Mr. Jameson, you gave your word. You said if we passed the test, we were free to go."

Rowan gave him a long, penetrating look. "Escort them out."

Lyra's head snapped up. He was just... letting them go?

Rowan withdrew his gaze, turning his back to them as he walked to his desk. His voice was glacial. "I can let them walk. But Lyra, remember this—"

He paused, looking at her over his shoulder, his eyes dark and unfathomable.

"The next time something feels off to me, I won't drop it this easily."

"And that includes you."

"Show her out."

Lyra stood rooted to the spot until Quentin gently tugged her toward the door.

She had kept her people safe.

But she knew the terrifying truth—

Rowan hadn't bought the coincidence excuse for a second.

He was simply giving her a temporary reprieve.

Lyra drove Quentin and York back to their own headquarters.

Everyone's expressions were grim. The car ride was suffocatingly silent, a heavy tension that lasted until they finally stepped onto their own office floor.

"Boss..." Quentin finally spoke, his voice slightly hoarse. "What... exactly was Mr. Jameson trying to prove?"

She had relied on her memories to front-run his investments, costing Rowan billions of dollars in lost revenue.

Quentin leaned forward slightly, unable to mask his burning suspicion. "Boss, how did you know... about his exact blueprints? Every single time you mandate a preemptive strike, it's so accurate it doesn't even feel like a market prediction. It feels more like..."

Lyra's worst nightmare was unfolding right in front of her.

She forced herself to meet his probing stare, refusing to let a single micro-expression of guilt slip through. She answered smoothly, "Business trajectories always leave a trail of clues. We simply share a similar strategic mindset. It's just a coincidence."

Her tone was flat and indifferent, devoid of a single ripple of panic. But only she knew her heart was hammering wildly against her ribs.

Quentin stared at her. His eyes were a complicated mess of doubt and confusion, but ultimately, he chose not to press her any further.

He gave a soft "Mhm" and slowly lowered his head.

"Understood. I'll get back to work then."

She had managed to pacify him for now, but Lyra knew the truth—

Rowan's investigation was only going to become infinitely more ruthless.