She's Too Busy Winning to Watch Him Cry novel Chapter 552

Jasmine's makeup was flawless. "Delilah, I'd really love to ask your daughter where her sense of shame went. Last night she practically threw herself at Blackwood Manor, eagerly shoving herself in front of Rowan, trying to force herself between us. Rowan and I are getting married soon, and your daughter's utter lack of self-respect is truly eye-opening."

Those words instantly reminded Delilah of her daughter returning late the previous night. So she had run off to Blackwood Manor. A suffocating anger shot straight to her head. Her face flushed pale and green, caught between humiliation and absolute fury.

Lyra, however, remained unfazed. "I'm doing much better than you, Miss Ford. A little trip to Blackwood Manor is nothing compared to your touching, cross-country flight to the Middle East."

Hearing this, the Ford family was taken aback.

Thinking about it carefully, the way both women had actively pursued Rowan wasn't fundamentally different.

"You little brat!" Jasmine's eyes flashed with furious humiliation. She raised her hand and aimed a vicious, swift slap right at Lyra's face.

Before Lyra could even dodge, Andrea's hand shot out, firmly intercepting Jasmine's arm. Her grip was restrained but unyielding, securely separating the two. "Miss Ford, please don't do anything rash."

Jasmine's expression turned even uglier. "I am the one marrying Rowan now! Me! Do you want to ask Rowan who you should be taking orders from?"

Andrea frowned. Just then, Jasmine dialed Rowan's number and mentioned Andrea's interference.

"Come back. You don't need to protect her anymore."

It was Rowan's voice.

Lyra's expression froze piece by piece. She quickly grabbed Andrea's wrist. "Rowan, why?"

Jasmine absolutely hated it when Lyra called him by his first name.

But right now, she held her breath and listened.

Silence dragged on for a few seconds on Rowan's end before the call disconnected.

The corners of Jasmine's mouth relaxed.

Lyra felt as if all the blood in her body had turned to ice.

"No, Andrea, don't go..."

Andrea pulled her hand back from Jasmine, stepping aside to remove all her defensive posturing. She lowered her head and spoke softly to Lyra:

"Miss Fairchild, Mr. Jameson has ordered me to cease protecting you."

Lyra's entire body went rigid. "But we signed a contract."

"When I signed it, my handwriting was messy, and I made a typo in the middle. That security contract is legally void."

Lyra's eyes went wide, her nose stinging with unshed tears. She demanded, her voice shaking, "Andrea, why did you lie to me?"

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