She's Too Busy Winning to Watch Him Cry novel Chapter 526

She wandered in circles, frantic and disoriented. Before she knew it, most of the day had slipped away, and she still hadn't found a path leading down to the foot of the mountain.

After wandering for what felt like an eternity, she finally stumbled upon a dirt road. A flicker of hope had just ignited in her chest when the familiar roar of a car engine echoed from the mountain path ahead.

Lyra's blood turned to ice. In her panic, ignoring the mud and gravel, she violently threw herself into a shallow ditch on the side of the road. She curled into a tight ball, holding her breath and burying her head, terrified to make a sound.

It wasn't until the engine's rumble completely faded at the end of the mountain road that she carefully lifted her head and let out a massive sigh of relief.

Lyra looked around. Right next to the ditch she had hidden in was a narrow, hidden trail half-swallowed by weeds. Though steep, it led straight down the mountain.

Hope flared in her heart again. She comforted herself, thinking this path would eventually lead to civilization. Clutching the old burner phone to her chest, she pushed aside the tall grass and carefully made her way down.

She hadn't gone far when the familiar roar of the engine echoed again, this time growing louder. She whipped her head around and realized the black Mercedes had doubled back.

Lyra's heart seized. Disregarding the steep, slippery terrain, she scrambled wildly down the overgrown slope. She didn't even notice the dead branches tearing at her arms; her only thought was to escape his line of sight.

The slope was thick with weeds, and she was entirely focused on fleeing. Suddenly, a snake darted out of the grass, its cold, scaly body slithering right past her. Lyra let out a terrified scream, instinctively spinning around and scrambling back up the mountain.

She hadn't run more than a few steps before she slammed right into a cold-faced Rowan. "S-snake..." Terrified, she reached out her trembling hands toward him.

Rowan took a step forward, brushing her hands aside. With smooth, ruthless precision, he grabbed the snake right behind its head, lifting the writhing creature into the air.

Lyra glanced back at the struggling snake, every hair on her body standing on end. Ignoring Rowan, she used her hands and feet to scramble desperately up toward the main road.

She stumbled toward the Mercedes, ripped the door open, and threw herself inside. Panicking, she tried to start the car and flee, but the engine wouldn't turn over.

Looking out the window, she saw Rowan slowly walking over, the writhing snake still firmly in his grip. He approached the window step by step.

"Want it? I can make you a scarf."

Rowan leaned against the car window, holding up the twisting snake, his eyes swirling with a layer of dark, cruel amusement.

"No, get it away!"

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