She's Too Busy Winning to Watch Him Cry novel Chapter 466

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Gabriel, who had stepped out briefly and intended to strike up a conversation with Andrea, noticed the exchange and asked, "Who was Mr. Jameson asking about?"

Andrea simply shook her head slightly and didn't answer.

Less than half an hour later, Rowan emerged, freshly showered. He wore a beige sweater and white casual slacks, his hair still slightly damp, exuding a grounded, austere energy. The group in the study had already been waiting for him.

Seeing their boss, many of the employees silently marveled. No wonder their phones blew up with messages from female relatives and friends asking for the boss's personal details every time they posted a picture of him from the annual gala.

Rowan got straight to business the moment he walked in. The maids and Andrea stepped out, pulling the study door shut behind them.

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Lyra quietly opened the guest room door, her heart hammering in her chest. She desperately wanted to eavesdrop on the meeting, even though she knew it was wrong.

Jameson Tech had recently been developing a brand-new, high-tech project. She only knew the general direction of it, completely blind to the core details.

Lyra knew snooping was unethical, but her curiosity was burning, screaming to be satisfied.

Then again, she reasoned, Rowan locking her up here wasn't exactly reasonable or ethical, so why should she play by the rules and be the moral one?

Comforted by that thought, she suddenly felt entirely justified. Stepping softly in her plush, fluffy slippers, she tiptoed over to the study door. Unfortunately, the soundproofing was impeccable. Even though the voices inside were continuous, all she could hear was a muffled hum, making it impossible to make out a single word.

Inside the study, Director Chandler finished his report and called out softly, "Mr. Jameson?"

Perhaps exhausted from the trip, Rowan rubbed his temples, a hint of fatigue in his expression, and said flatly, "Continue."

Just as the words left his mouth, his expression suddenly shifted. Before anyone could react, he abruptly stood up, walked to the entrance, and pulled the door wide open.

Lyra, completely caught off guard, was thrust into the view of everyone inside. Her long black hair fell loosely over her shoulders, her elegant dress clinging to her slender figure. Her skin was so pale it was almost translucent, and she looked breathtakingly beautiful. At first glance, the men in the room almost thought their boss was keeping a stunning ghost.

Meeting Rowan's deep, pitch-black gaze, Lyra took an awkward step back. She hadn't even been standing there for three seconds before he suddenly yanked the door open. She was caught dead to rights.