By the time Lyra's past life ended, the scars on Maisie's face had faded so much they were barely visible under makeup.
At the end of the day, Maisie was Vivienne's only daughter, Rowan's cousin, and Alistair's fiercely beloved only granddaughter. With that kind of status, she was destined to live a safe, privileged life.
"Are you lying to me?!" Maisie's voice suddenly spiked into a shrill shriek. "Why would you make that up?! Do you think this is funny?! Do you know how fast my heart was beating? I thought I was going to die! Lyra, why are you always bullying me?!"
Lyra could practically picture the girl throwing a tantrum on the other end of the line. She let out a low chuckle, but the moment she remembered Vivienne's actions, all trace of amusement vanished.
Her eyes turned cold. Refusing to listen to another second of whining, she simply hung up the phone.
...
The following afternoon, Lyra ended up working quite late. She ended up joining Quentin and a few other colleagues to grab dinner at a nearby restaurant.
The atmosphere was light and relaxed as they laughed and chatted throughout the meal. Just as she lowered her eyes to take a sip of water, the hairs on the back of her neck suddenly stood up. It felt like a heavy, intense gaze had locked onto her from across the room.
Lyra's heart skipped a beat, and she instinctively looked around.
The restaurant was loud and crowded with strangers. Scanning the room, she couldn't pinpoint anyone staring at her.
Just as she was about to pull her gaze away, she spotted a figure sitting by the window, slowly sipping a cup of tea.
Lyra's eye twitched.
Andrea.
In her previous life, after Jasmine had been in two car accidents, Rowan had personally assigned this exact person to be Jasmine's private bodyguard.
What was Andrea doing here right now?
Lyra stared at Andrea in shock, but Andrea acted as if she hadn't noticed a thing. Andrea stood up, went to the restroom, and returned directly to her seat without looking in her direction.



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