She's Too Busy Winning to Watch Him Cry novel Chapter 274

"Miss Fairchild, Peyton Marshall never went to any orphanage. And... he seems to have noticed we're looking into him."

The target had strong counter-surveillance skills, vanishing without a trace at the slightest disturbance.

Lyra frowned slightly. "Keep watching. He'll slip up eventually."

"Also, find that girlfriend of his from the orphanage. Get clear photos and send them to me."

A few days later, while Lyra was working, her subordinate sent the photos over.

Lyra immediately forwarded them to Maddie. Not long after, Maddie replied with obvious annoyance:

"Is this it? He already told me about her. That's his sister."

It seemed Peyton was much harder to deal with than she had anticipated, weaving his lies flawlessly.

Lyra didn't argue further. She simply made another call, asking someone to trace the contact number Peyton used while working as a waiter at the coffee shop.

But the number was disconnected.

...

That afternoon, Lyra rushed home from the office. Grabbing some cleaning supplies, she went with Martha to clean Zane's new place.

Because Zane was coming back tomorrow.

Following the GPS, Lyra was mildly surprised when they drove into the neighborhood. It was a premium luxury complex right by the river, boasting tight security and exquisite landscaping.

Entering the spacious, well-lit apartment, the layout was elegant, exuding a low-key, sophisticated quality. It felt like no one had ever lived there.

Lyra walked over to the floor-to-ceiling windows in the living room, taking in the river view. She murmured in awe, "My 'cousin' is rich, and he has great taste."

It was obvious at a glance that this cousin she had never met came from serious money.

Martha chuckled, pulling out the cleaning tools. "When did he become your cousin?"

Perhaps heaven couldn't bear the fact that she was using an unborn child to beg for his attention, and she ended up losing the baby anyway.

It was a boy.

The suffocating darkness of her past life suddenly surged up. Lyra's face turned deathly pale, and she heavily braced her hands against the table.

Pip, in this life, I promise to find you a better father.

Martha didn't notice Lyra's pale face, handing her a pair of gloves. "Stop daydreaming. Let's finish cleaning so we can go home."

Lyra suppressed the churning emotions in her eyes, pulled on the small gloves, and picked up a damp cloth to wipe carefully. She had thought about hiring a maid service, but worried strangers might be clumsy and break something in the apartment.

After all, he was only a cousin, just a relative. She had to be careful with Zane's relative's belongings.

Martha unwrapped the new men's bedding set and tossed it straight into the washing machine. By the time it was washed and dried, over an hour had passed.

After wiping down the furniture, a thin layer of sweat had formed on Lyra's forehead.