She's Too Busy Winning to Watch Him Cry novel Chapter 232

"She's seriously getting out of control..."

Caleb was also terrified of their mother finding out, so he eventually let Kayla drag him away.

Right then, Madeline called. Lyra answered, mumbled a few agreeable responses to soothe her best friend's racing heart, and then turned off her phone.

...

Naturally, the video reached the Ford family. Finn shared it in their family group chat.

Watching the footage, the family fell into a heavy silence.

Finn broke the quiet. "Her driving is a ten out of ten. She didn't enter the racing tournament, but it feels like she won anyway..."

His comment earned him a swift smack with a couch pillow from Elara.

Grandma Townsend stopped their bickering.

Adjusting her glasses, she squinted at the screen and frowned. Lyra didn't show a hint of intimidation while shaking hands with top government officials.

If only it had been Jasmine in that video...

Jasmine would have been just as elegant, poised, and confident, without a trace of insecurity.

It was a twenty-minute video, and some netizen had edited Lyra's personal profile at the end.

Lyra Fairchild.

The beloved daughter of Arthur Fairchild, the former Chairman of Fairchild Holdings.

The fiancée of Rowan Jameson, CEO of Jameson Group.

Elara slammed her hand onto the sofa, her voice rising in sheer indignation. "Wrong! Everything is wrong!"

She pointed furiously at the glaring subtitles on the screen. "Rowan cut ties with her ages ago! How is she still his fiancée?!"

Jasmine's face instantly darkened. The composure she had barely managed to maintain froze over completely, crushed under the weight of the word "fiancée."

She didn't say a word. Before Elara could complain further, Jasmine grabbed her purse and stormed out of the house.

Her chest felt tight with chaotic emotions. She just needed to see Rowan immediately. She drove straight to the Jameson Group headquarters and headed directly for the top floor.

Inside the CEO's office, Rowan was hunched over his desk, signing documents with a sleek fountain pen. The bustling cityscape beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows only amplified his cold, distant aura.

Without waiting to be announced, Jasmine pushed the door open.

Rowan looked up, raising an eyebrow at her sudden, pale-faced intrusion. "What brings you here? Didn't you say your grandmother was visiting and you were taking a few days off?"

Why?!

Why did she have this kind of luck?

Jasmine had thought that standing on the podium as a racing champion, basking in the spotlight, would be enough to make her the center of attention. She never expected Lyra to snatch the most dazzling crown right out from under her.

"What's wrong?" Rowan looked up, his voice low and steady.

Suppressing the turbulent emotions in her eyes, Jasmine shook her head slightly. "Nothing. I just think it's terrifying..."

She paused, adding, "She's too dangerous."

Steering clear of her true anxieties, Jasmine brought up her grandmother instead. "By the way, Agnes flew back from California. She mentioned she'd like to meet you."

Rowan paused, his tone polite. "I have appointments scheduled all day. I can't really step away right now."

He didn't specify when he would be free.

He made it sound so trivial.

Jasmine wanted to gather her courage and emphasize how important her grandmother was to her, but in the end, she just bit her lip and stayed silent.