"You called her that, and she didn't object?"
Rowan's voice was rigid as he asked again.
Jayden couldn't understand why the man was suddenly obsessing over a name. "Why would she object?"
After that, Rowan's focus completely shattered. His previously lethal, aggressive gameplay slowed, his rhythm entirely disrupted. After a grueling back-and-forth, he somehow managed to force the game into a tense draw.
Rowan stood up, his tone devoid of any readable emotion. "You play a good game, Mr. Ward."
He had no intention of staying any longer, his mind clearly a million miles away from the chessboard. The second he stepped outside, he called Wesley Wade. "Book me two tickets to Philadelphia. I'm going on vacation."
On the other end of the line, Wesley froze. The company was drowning in unresolved deals, and his boss was suddenly in the mood for a holiday? He asked cautiously, "Mr. Jameson, one is for you, and the other... who is the second ticket for?"
Rowan's eyes were cold as he spat out a single name without hesitation. "Jasmine."
He hung up. Barely a minute after settling into his car, Wesley's name flashed on the screen again.
"Mr. Jameson, I just checked the flights. Even if you leave right this second, you wouldn't land in Philadelphia until the middle of the night. The mountain roads out there are notoriously treacherous in the dark. It would be much safer for you and Miss Ford to fly out tomorrow morning."
Rowan tapped his fingers rhythmically against the steering wheel. After a long silence, he said, "Tomorrow, then."
Rowan's original plan had been to convince Mr. Sutton to hand the company reins over to Zane. With Zane drowning in corporate duties, the tech-obsessed heir would be too swamped to ever think about chasing after Lyra.
But before that plan could even materialize, Jayden Ward had dropped out of thin air.


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