She's Too Busy Winning to Watch Him Cry novel Chapter 263

Lyra was still at work. She walked out with her company ID badge still hanging around her neck.

The two of them sat down in a quiet café. Victoria skipped the pleasantries entirely and went straight to the point. "Were you the one behind what happened to Jasmine's father?"

Lyra met her gaze, her expression calm. "That was the work of someone who believes in justice."

Victoria frowned, just about to speak, when a waiter approached with their coffee.

As he handed it to Lyra, the cup suddenly tilted, spilling hot coffee directly onto her clothes.

A deep, masculine voice followed smoothly. "I am so sorry. Are you alright? Let me know how much your outfit costs, and I'll reimburse you."

The moment Lyra looked up and saw his face, her mind went blank.

The man was breathtakingly handsome. His features were striking. His fair skin only highlighted the refined, elegant lines of his face. Even in a standard waiter's uniform, he looked as if he were wearing couture. Most women wouldn't be able to tear their eyes away.

"Keep your money."

Lyra stood up, raised her hand, and slapped him hard across the face. "Consider this slap payment enough."

"And a piece of advice: stop aiming so high and quit with these pathetic little stunts."

The waiter froze instantly, his jaw clenching into a hard, rigid line.

Victoria hadn't expected Lyra to treat a service worker like this. It immediately reminded her of when the Jameson family had initially opposed Jasmine, and what Rowan had said to defend her...

[She never makes life difficult for people at the bottom. She does everything she can to help. She's well-mannered, well-educated, and incredibly cultured. Why exactly isn't a woman like that good enough to be my wife?]

"Lyra..."

Victoria snapped out of her thoughts and intervened. "Let it go, for my sake."

She pulled out a few large bills as a tip and handed them to the waiter, speaking gently. "Go get yourself cleaned up."

The waiter stared at her. Looking at the wealthy, elegant woman, he felt as if he were gazing at a saint. Filled with emotion, he turned a disgusted glare on Lyra. "Look, lady, I don't care how much money you have. You could spend ten years trying to buy class, and you still wouldn't have a fraction of this woman's grace and decency."

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