She's Too Busy Winning to Watch Him Cry novel Chapter 540

As soon as the news of Rowan and Sylvia's impending marriage swept the city, Lyra didn't hesitate for a second. She immediately booked her flight out of the country and started packing her bags at record speed.

At the dinner table that evening, the atmosphere was suffocatingly quiet. Delilah set down her utensils and sighed. "It's for the best. With all these twists and turns, it was obviously never meant to be."

Delilah looked at her daughter and asked, "So when are you planning to come back?"

Lyra lowered her eyes. "I'll come back after their wedding."

For the rest of the meal, the family ate in complete silence, no one speaking another word.

Sitting across from her, Caleb felt a bitter taste in his mouth. A while back, Rowan had practically handed him two incredibly lucrative projects. Back then, everyone assumed the two families were about to merge through marriage, so Caleb had accepted them without a second thought. Who could have known things would turn upside down so fast? Now, he would have to return everything to Rowan.

Caleb held little Harry, muttering under his breath, "I really don't know what kind of powerful man your aunt thinks she's going to marry."

Lyra glanced up at him.

She knew her brother didn't have the memories of what happened to her. He couldn't possibly understand the tangled, dark history between her and Rowan. Unable to explain herself, she simply withdrew her gaze in silence.

Standing nearby, Andrea frowned slightly. After Lyra returned to her bedroom, Andrea advised in a low voice, "Miss Fairchild, you don't actually need to go out of your way to hide abroad."

Lyra kept organizing her suitcase, neatly folding her clothes and tucking them inside. "I'm just worried Rowan will find a way to justify everything to himself again."

"Though, now that I think about it, that's pretty much impossible."

After all, she had asked his own brother to kill him. She had definitely crossed his bottom line.

Pausing her packing, she started rummaging through her drawers and storage bags. "Where's my passport?"

Victoria felt her initial judgment had been right all along. Lyra was too immature, too naive, and entirely unsuited for her eldest son. She had only agreed to the arrangement for Alistair's sake, but now even Alistair had given up on the girl.

"Victoria."

Victoria gave a curt nod and waited for her to sit before speaking. "Lyra, since you plan to draw a clear line between yourself and the Jameson family, why don't you sell Mrs. Sawyer's land to us? Don't worry about the price; whatever you paid for it, we'll reimburse you to the last cent."

Lyra hadn't expected this to be the topic of conversation and stayed silent for a moment.

"Keeping that land doesn't really serve you much purpose anyway, does it?" Victoria pressed.

Lyra replied smoothly, "I want to wait... wait until after he and Sylvia are married before I sell."

Victoria's brows drew together in a frown. "Lyra, you're the one who clearly wants nothing more to do with us, yet you want to hold onto this land just to use it as leverage against Rowan? You can relax; he won't be coming after you anymore. He leaves for a business trip to the Middle East in two days. Besides, after all the chaos you've caused, he essentially burned through billions of dollars for that plot. Lyra, the Jameson family's money doesn't grow on trees..."