She's Too Busy Winning to Watch Him Cry novel Chapter 61

Chapter 61

Chapter 61

Maisie Sutton walked toward the exit as she spoke, never once glancing back at Lyra Fairchild

“Maisie, I didn’t see you at your house today…”

“Jasmine, I headed back to campus early,” Maisie said into her phone. “Mom told me you and Rowan went over to our place. If I’d known you were coming, I definitely would have stayed an extra day*

Jasmine and Maisie fell into a casual chat on the line…

Twenty minutes later, Lyra leaned against her sports car and checked her watch. Her patience was completely gone. She had a mountain of things to handle today.

She refused to make another trip for this!

Striding over, Lyra snatched the phone right out of Maisie’s hand and jabbed the end-call button hard.

She felt no lingering affection for Maisie.

Her only motivation was to stop another girl from throwing her life away in prison.

In her past life, Vivienne Jameson had shown zero mercy to the girl who hurt Maisie.

“What are you doing?!”

Caught off guard, Maisie shrieked and lunged to grab her phone back.

Lyra immediately held it high above her head.

Since she was naturally taller than Maisie, the phone was completely out of reach.

Frantic, Maisie circled her and yelled in exasperation, “Lyra, are you out of your mind? Rowan doesn’t want you, so you’re throwing a psycho fit in front of me? Well, you picked the wrong target…”

“Listen to what I have to say, and I’ll give it back.”

Fury surged through Maisie. She planted her hands on her hips and shouted, “This better be good! If you think I’m going to put in a good word for you with Rowan, you’re dead wrong! Jasmine outshines you in every single way, and I’m not going to lie just to…”

“Shut up!” Lyra snapped, finally losing her temper.

“I’m only going to say this once. Tomorrow, your face is going to be ruined. You’ll try to end your own life a few times because you won’t be able to handle the disfigurement, and the rest of your future will be a complete disaster.”

“What the hell are you talking about?” Maisie froze. “Disfigurement?! Suicide! Are you living in some kind of fantasy world?”

But the icy seriousness in Lyra’s gaze made it clear she wasn’t joking.

“For your eighteenth birthday, your classmate bought you a cake to celebrate But there’s a knife hidden inside it. She’s going to grab your head and shove it down into the icing, just like this

Maisie’s eighteenth birthday was tomorrow.

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Chapter 61

Maisie blinked rapidly. “You’re full of crap!”

Lyra stared at her flawless, radiant skin. “A winter wonderland theme. An ice-blue cake

“The blade will slice right through your cheek, and the blood will pour from the wound, leaving a deep. jagged scar.”

“From that moment on, you’ll be trapped in an endless nightmare of reconstructive surgeries’

“Consider this a massive favor. You better keep your mouth shut about this conversation, or I won’t bother warning you the next time tragedy strikes.”

Having delivered her piece, Lyra tossed the phone back into Maisie’s chest and turned to walk away.

All the color drained from Maisie’s face.

“She sounded so convincing. But there’s no way I’m believing that!”

Without looking back, Lyra raised a hand and waved. “I don’t owe Vivienne anything, and I definitely don’t owe you. I said my piece. Do whatever you want with it.”

With that, she left.

Maisie stomped her foot in pure frustration. “I call bullshit! You really think you’re some kind of prophet. You should be worrying about your own pathetic life and whether my cousin will even look at you again…”

Lyra slid into the driver’s seat, shutting out the annoying noise. She started the engine, spun the steering wheel, and peeled away.

The warning had been delivered.

If the girl refused to believe it, that wasn’t Lyra’s problem.

She had a tight schedule and no intention of wasting another second thinking about Maisie Sutton.

The next day was Maisie’s birthday.

Excited to celebrate, Maisie gathered her wealthy friends and classmates at a VIP karaoke suite. She hadn’t given Lyra’s crazy warning a second thought-until she pushed open the gold-trimmed door and spotted the birthday cake sitting on the coffee table.

Maisie froze in her tracks.

If it was literally anything other than an ice-blue winter wonderland cake, she would have dismissed Lyra’s warning as complete trash.

But-