He paused for a moment. Leo Chavez had wiped all the photos from his social media, and there didn't seem to be any news pictures of Lyra online either.
Rowan frowned. "It's the girl who saved Secretary Albright on the overpass a while back. It made the news. She's quite stunning."
"I don't really follow that kind of news," Josie replied honestly, then paused. "Are there any girls around you who aren't stunning?"
"...Never mind."
Rowan raised a hand, tugging at his collar in frustration.
He hung up and ordered the driver, "Skip the airport for now. Head to the hospital."
He knew his own body too well. He would never lose control in the middle of the day for no reason.
He suspected he'd been drugged again, just with a milder dose this time.
Back when he was clearing out that gang on the yacht, he had personally tossed all the illicit drugs into the fire. But Waylon Grayson had pocketed two pills. Right before leaving, Waylon had shoved one into his hand, joking that it would spice up his relationship. Rowan had only been dating Jasmine for a few days at the time. There was no way he would touch such dirty tricks.
When he got home, he had tossed the pill into a drawer and forgotten all about it.
Yet, through a twisted twist of fate, that very drug had ended up being used on Lyra.
Looking back, he had essentially shot himself in the foot.
Rowan arrived at Dr. Coleman's clinic for an injection, then called HR. "Fire Sharon Hayes."
...
Returning to the estate, Lyra ate a quick dinner, chatted briefly with Delilah, and went straight to her room.
Pulling out her phone, she added Waylon on a messaging app.
He accepted the request almost instantly.
Without sending a single word, she transferred fifty million dollars to his account.
The chat remained dead silent. He didn't say anything, but he accepted the transfer.

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