She's Too Busy Winning to Watch Him Cry novel Chapter 420

The day of the Harvest Gala finally arrived.

Before the guests had even begun to trickle in, Grandpa Alistair gave Rowan a severe, blistering lecture regarding the fallout with the Chavez family, berating him for being far too ruthless and burning bridges entirely.

The Grayson family was the first to arrive at the Jameson estate. After formally paying their respects to Grandpa Alistair, Waylon Grayson followed Rowan straight into his study to discuss business.

The room was dead quiet. Rowan held a cigarette between his lips, pulling a second one from the pack to offer to Waylon.

"There's one thing I need to ask you. Why is it that so many people absolutely despise the idea of me being with Lyra?"

Waylon paused slightly.

Rowan looked at Waylon, his tone dripping with biting sarcasm. "Back in the day, you were all the ones swearing up and down that Lyra's family was disgustingly vain, claiming the Fairchilds were just selling their daughter for a slice of the Jameson fortune."

"I was never the one who said that," Waylon defended himself evenly. "That was Lucas running his mouth the entire time."

"You didn't exactly object either," Rowan pointed out.

"My objections wouldn't have changed anything," Waylon replied.

"Fantastic," Rowan scoffed coldly. "You all run your mouths telling me not to like Lyra, but then his own knees buckle and he practically begs to marry her. Lucas shouldn't have been exiled to the North; they should have dumped him in the Arctic."

Rowan leveled a look at Waylon. "Did you know he was planning to propose to Lyra?"

"I genuinely had no idea," Waylon insisted.

"I assume you don't have any similar 'surprises' waiting for me?" Rowan challenged.

"No," Waylon replied.

Rowan crushed his cigarette into the ashtray. "There better not be."

Waylon's eyes were as deep and unreadable as black holes, but he maintained a steady smile. "I wouldn't cross you like that."

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