She's Too Busy Winning to Watch Him Cry novel Chapter 95

Late that night, Rowan's car pulled away from the estate.

At a high-end club, a few of his buddies who had come out to drink surrounded Rowan. One of them, sitting on the leather sofa next to him, suggested, "Boss, you want us to teach Lyra a little lesson?"

Lucas swept a cold glare over the guy. "Rowan knows what he's doing. Butt out!"

Rowan didn't say a word. He tilted his head back and downed several mouthfuls of liquor, the burning liquid searing his throat.

For some reason, the image of Lyra weeping on the floor at Arthur's feet flashed through his mind.

Whatever...

Just then, a waitress assigned to the VIP booth came in with a tray of drinks. Catching sight of Rowan's flawlessly sculpted face, she zoned out for a split second.

Recovering quickly, she quietly bowed and served the alcohol.

Someone chimed in, "I heard that if you don't marry Lyra, you'll lose thirty percent of the Jameson Group shares. Is that true?"

Rowan lowered his eyes. He couldn't care less about the Jameson Group.

Alistair's little parlor tricks meant absolutely nothing to him.

His true empire consisted of Jameson Tech, Jameson Medical, and the entertainment sector—all of which he owned one hundred percent.

Rowan tossed the empty liquor bottle onto the coffee table with a dull thud, already standing up and stepping into the shadows. "I'm heading back..."

"You're not staying a bit longer, Boss?"

"No."

Lucas immediately called out to the only woman in the private room, "Do you know how to drive?"

The girl hesitated for a moment before replying, "I do."

Lucas casually pulled a few crisp bills from his wallet and shoved them into her hand. "Make sure that guy gets back to the Jameson Estate safely."

The lighting in the room was dim.

When Lucas looked up, he realized the waitress was stunningly attractive. It wasn't the usual heavily-made-up beauty; she had a clean, unforgettable radiance.

Jasmine bit her lip, looking utterly vulnerable. "I couldn't let you face their anger alone."

Rowan's brow furrowed. Seeing her trying so hard to be brave, he wrapped an arm around her shoulders.

Hearing the voices, Charles and Victoria walked over. Seeing Jasmine's deep devotion, they were genuinely moved.

Charles let out a sigh. "Alfred, take Miss Ford to Rowan's room. Stay in there."

He then headed toward Alistair's room.

Caspian had just returned from a morning run, a towel draped around his neck. Having been out yesterday, he had no idea what had happened at the house, only returning late after getting late-night snacks with his classmates.

It had been a long time since he'd seen Rowan. Catching sight of his brother's retreating back as he walked into his bedroom, Caspian called out softly, "Rowan." Rowan didn't seem to hear him, disappearing into the room without looking back.

That reminded Caspian—he needed to return the books Lyra had asked him to drop off.

Caspian went to his own room, grabbed the books, and walked over to Rowan's door, giving it a knock. "Rowan, Lyra borrowed a few books from you a while ago and asked me to return them."

The door hadn't been closed. Jasmine looked up at him and offered a friendly smile.