She's Too Busy Winning to Watch Him Cry novel Chapter 483

Seated beside Secretary Thorne were several military officers with high-ranking insignia on their shoulders, clearly powerful figures in the armed forces.

"The mission has concluded," Thorne announced. "And it was a resounding success."

"He asked me to thank you."

Lyra's eyes lit up, and she nodded gratefully.

"He was actually at the scene of the accident on the highway that day, but he couldn't break cover during the operation, so he didn't get out of the vehicle. He never imagined you'd end up saving his life this time."

Hearing Thorne's explanation, a massive weight lifted off Lyra's chest.

Thorne didn't mention the man's name.

And Lyra didn't ask.

This was for the best.

They had crossed paths once, and now they would fade back into their separate lives.

In her previous life, they hadn't even met once.

That man had never made it into the armored Lincoln sedan.

Because he had been killed in action before he even had the chance to ride with Secretary Thorne.

Lyra had only seen his handsome, heroic face in the newspaper, wearing his police uniform.

Thinking of this, a bright, genuine smile bloomed on her face.

"But Lyra... how exactly did you know?"

When Thorne asked the question, every high-ranking officer in the room fixed their gaze on her. These men were seasoned leaders with piercing eyes; they would catch even the slightest shift in her expression.

Fortunately, Lyra had anticipated this exact interrogation on her way over.

She met their gazes calmly. "I saw it in a dream. I sometimes have prophetic dreams."

"You might find it hard to believe, Mr. Thorne. I once dreamt of my father's passing, and tragically, it came true. I also dreamt of my mother suffering a nervous breakdown. Thankfully, we caught it in time and sent her to The Willow Creek Retreat, where she recovered."

Everything Lyra said was verifiable on record. She wasn't afraid of them digging into her past.

"How did you know we were here, Mr. Jameson?" Thorne asked.

"I followed her." Rowan cast a brief glance at Lyra.

"Are you two..." Thorne wasn't entirely caught up on their current dynamic. Hearing Rowan's admission, the men in the room looked back and forth between them in surprise.

"We have absolutely nothing to do with each other," Lyra stated firmly.

She hadn't expected Rowan to tail her.

She quickly averted her eyes, flustered.

Rowan remained silent.

Thorne had done background checks on Lyra. He knew she had once been engaged to Rowan and that the engagement had been broken off.

"Take a seat, Rowan. I hear you spent some time in the military yourself," a lieutenant general next to Thorne offered, his tone friendly.

"Thank you." Rowan sat down, a faint, polite smile playing on his lips. "I served in my younger days. It's an experience I'll never forget."