She's Too Busy Winning to Watch Him Cry novel Chapter 307

Leo shrugged casually. "Sure, why not."

He pulled Lyra along as they followed Yvonne.

The moment they stepped into the private VIP booth, Lyra's breath hitched.

Sitting dead center in the room was Rowan. He was lazily swirling a glass of liquor between his fingers, taking a slow sip. Four or five unfamiliar men were seated around him, and the atmosphere in the room was suffocatingly heavy.

Yvonne didn't mince words. "I actually came here specifically looking for Rowan."

When Leo walked in, the mood in the booth shifted instantly.

The men around them started cheering.

"Leo! Man, it's been forever."

"Making a fortune in Monaco and not even cutting us in?"

Lyra sat close to Leo, watching anxiously as the men relentlessly raised their glasses, aggressively encouraging Leo to drink.

"Don't drink too much. You still have to take me home," Lyra whispered, squeezing his large hand tightly.

Suddenly, a suffocating, predatory gaze locked onto her from across the room.

Lyra's eyelashes fluttered violently in panic. She didn't dare lift her head to meet the man's eyes. She turned her face away, watching helplessly as Leo's face grew flushed, throwing back shot after shot.

Panic twisted in Lyra's chest. She reached out and pinched Leo's thigh sharply. "Stop drinking."

Leo grabbed her hand, but as if suddenly remembering a warning, he quickly dropped it. He offered a reassuring smile. "I'm fine. I've got a great tolerance."

Rowan had promised him there wouldn't be any chaos.

So, it had to be fine.

Sitting nearby, Yvonne noticed Rowan's intense stare and frowned in confusion, following his line of sight to Lyra. Didn't Rowan have absolutely zero interest in this girl? Why was he looking at her like he wanted to devour her?

Yvonne casually asked Lyra how she had been, inquiring if she was still working at Fairchild Holdings.

Lyra gave vague, polite answers, but alarm bells were screaming in her head.

The air felt like the dead silence right before a catastrophic storm—the terrifying stillness when a predator corners its prey.

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