She's Too Busy Winning to Watch Him Cry novel Chapter 205

"Lucky it wasn't your front tooth, so it didn't ruin your pretty face. Don't be so impulsive next time."

"My darling Lyra, a woman's beauty is her greatest weapon..."

Lyra had been visiting this clinic for over three months, enduring three solid months of Sabrina's endless nagging. Madeline hadn't even bothered accompanying her for the last few visits, leaving Lyra to suffer the auditory torture all on her own.

The treatment was finally complete. Lyra pulled out her phone, transferred the payment, and said, "Sabrina, the money has been sent. I'm leaving..."

Without skipping a beat, she bolted out of the clinic.

Sabrina sighed, knowing full well she'd never see her again.

After all, a client who smelled incredible, looked stunning, and paid triple the premium didn't come around often. Feeling a pang of disappointment, Sabrina walked over to the window and looked down.

To her immense surprise, she spotted Lucas Chavez!

Lyra seemed to be arguing with him. She shoved him out of her way, slid into her car, slammed the door, and sped off.

Leaving a seemingly heartbroken Lucas in her dust?

Leaning against the third-floor window, Sabrina watched the scene unfold with intense fascination, a playful glint of curiosity in her eyes.

Unexpectedly, Lucas seemed to sense her gaze. He shot a vicious, piercing glare up at the third-floor window.

Then, he withdrew his gaze, got into his Ferrari, and drifted out of the lot with a deafening roar of the engine.

Little boys these days really weren't cute at all.

Sabrina mused to herself; no wonder he couldn't get the girl he wanted.

Her fingers flew across her phone screen as she sent a text: [My darling Lyra, you could totally develop Lucas into your loyal lapdog. Once you have him eating out of the palm of your hand, you'll actually stand a chance against Jasmine.]

Waiting at a red light, Lyra glanced at the text and promptly deleted the ridiculous message.

She drove straight to The Willow Creek Retreat to have dinner with her mother.

She rarely went to the office these days. Half of Alan's team had already arrived in Seaborne City, and she couldn't risk being seen meeting with them in broad daylight.

Their plan was to acquire the raw material suppliers that Ford Enterprises relied on long-term. Then, they would bundle off low-grade industrial scraps and sell them to Ford Enterprises at rock-bottom prices, passing them off as premium goods. As long as Jonathan Ford was blinded by greed, he'd take the bait, and the rot would slowly consume his company from the inside out.

Just then, her phone rang. It was Caleb.

She answered, and the first frantic sentence out of his mouth was—

"Jasmine was in a car crash."

Lyra's brow furrowed, and she sat up dead straight. "When did this happen?"

"This morning."

"Rowan is actively hunting down whoever did it."

Lyra sprang to her feet. The second crash wasn't supposed to happen this soon.

"Kayla, Martha, lock the front gates quickly!"

Lyra unlocked her phone, intending to wipe all communication history with Alan's team, and prepared to sprint upstairs to scrub her laptop.

But the words had barely left her mouth when the screech of tires tore through the air outside the villa gates, followed immediately by heavy, aggressive footsteps marching straight toward the living room.