She's Too Busy Winning to Watch Him Cry novel Chapter 362

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After Rowan dropped Josie off at her entertainment agency, his phone immediately buzzed. It was Lyra.

"I recorded my entire conversation with Josie and sent it straight to Kayla," Lyra said coolly. "No matter what you try to spin next, Kayla will never believe you. None of my family will."

Without waiting for his response, Lyra hung up and instantly swapped out her SIM card for a new number. In truth, she hadn't sent the audio to Kayla at all. She didn't want to cause her heavily pregnant sister-in-law any unnecessary stress. It was simply a warning shot to ensure Rowan knew his threats were useless.

With that handled, she returned home, ate a quick meal, and fired up her laptop to contact Alan's team overseas. She needed a full breakdown of their current available capital. She had her eyes on a specific plot of land.

It was located directly south of the Jameson Group headquarters. Lyra knew perfectly well that Rowan planned to acquire this exact parcel soon to build Jameson Tech's new data center. The current Jameson Tech Tower was located too far from the main corporate hub, and Rowan hated the commute. In her past life, he had been ruthless in his pursuit of this new location.

Back then, Rowan had personally visited Mrs. Sawyer countless times to negotiate, locked in a bitter stalemate because the stubborn old woman refused to sell. Mrs. Sawyer's refusal had nothing to do with money. The Sawyer Estates held deep sentimental value. She was determined to keep the land for her descendants, desperately clinging to the hope that her comatose son might one day wake up. She wanted him to have his legacy waiting for him, so no matter how many millions Rowan offered, she refused to budge an inch.

Unfortunately, Lyra knew the tragic truth. The son never woke up. In the end, Rowan successfully purchased the land and built his state-of-the-art facility.

Still, this was a new lifetime. Variables existed now—just like how she and Caleb were still alive. To stay ahead of the game, she had already hired people to keep a close watch on Mrs. Sawyer.

Lyra worked for a few more hours before finally washing up and heading to bed.

The next morning, Lyra pulled a baseball cap low over her brow, perfectly obscuring her features. She slipped out of the house alone, driving straight to Seaborne Penitentiary.