She's Too Busy Winning to Watch Him Cry novel Chapter 662

"I came here today to offer an alliance. But if you stubbornly choose to prioritize your father-son bond and secretly cover for Waylon while he attacks my company, then don't blame me when I show Grayson Group absolutely no mercy."

George had dark circles under his eyes, his face pale. "Why would you think I'd team up with you to take down my own flesh and blood?"

Rowan picked up his porcelain teacup, took a slow sip of the hot tea, and gently set it back on the table. He looked up. "That mistress you've been hiding in The Starlight Road Apartment... she's currently five months pregnant, isn't she?"

George completely froze, his pupils constricting as the teacup in his hand trembled violently. He had kept that secret buried incredibly deep. He never imagined Rowan would have investigated it so thoroughly. His voice shook. "H-How did you know?"

"If I can find out, so can Waylon. It doesn't matter how well you hide her..."

After all, Waylon Grayson was a man reborn from a past life.

Rowan leaned back in his chair, his gaze sharp. "You should really think about what Waylon did to your previous illegitimate children. His ambition is boundless, and the only thing he cares about is absolute control of Grayson Group. Anyone standing in his way, regardless of blood, gets eradicated. He went after your illegitimate kids, purged your mistresses, and purposely waited until one of your lovers was eight months pregnant before making a move..."

"It was nothing more than a permanent way to ensure your mistresses could never have children again. Mr. Grayson, are you truly going to stand by and watch that happen again?"

George let out a bitter laugh. "That ungrateful bastard broke my spirit a long time ago. But I have practically no chips left to play. What could I possibly offer you?"

George knew better than anyone how deranged Waylon could be, and he was equally aware of the terrifying power Rowan wielded. If Rowan truly went on the offensive, Grayson Group wouldn't survive two rounds.

Rowan stated flatly, "I just need the records of the illegal tactics Waylon used to seize power. Hand over the gray accounting ledgers you've kept—that's all I need."

"Expose all of his dirty secrets. Once it's done, I'll ensure you keep your hold on Grayson Group and enjoy your retirement in peace. I will never leave you with nothing."

Hearing this, the last shred of George's hesitation evaporated. "I agree to the alliance. I won't protect that cold-blooded monster anymore. As long as we can stop his madness, I'll hand over every piece of evidence I have."

The memory of the unborn children who had died in Waylon's sick games snapped the final thread of father-son loyalty...

After finishing his meeting at the tea house, Rowan drove straight to The Jameson Tech Construction Site to inspect the project's progress. He accepted a white hard hat from a staff member, strapped it on, and walked along the scaffolding, surrounded by site managers. The massive concrete-and-steel site was deafening, the crew shouting reports about timelines and construction nodes.

"I am so sorry. Please accept my deepest condolences. Mr. Jameson didn't make it."

The horrific news struck like a bolt of lightning. Victoria Jameson, who had arrived at the exact same moment, heard those words and her knees buckled. Her vision went black, and she collapsed in a dead faint.

Holding her son tightly, Lyra felt the blood freeze in her veins. Her limbs turned so stiff she couldn't move an inch.

The exact same soul-crushing despair of losing her loved ones from her past life violently swept over her again. A massive, suffocating wave of pure terror squeezed her heart.

Subconsciously tightening her grip, she held the baby flush against her chest. The next second, the little guy opened his mouth and began to wail, crying out with heart-wrenching sobs.

But the baby's cries couldn't pull Lyra back to reality. Black spots danced violently in her vision as her body lost all motor control, falling rigidly backward.

Andrea Nash lunged forward, catching Lyra's plummeting body just in time, releasing a long, sorrowful sigh that faded into the sterile air...