《Left at the altar, Claimed by his uncle》全部章節：第 41 章 - 第 48 章

“Are you Lyra?”Before she could answer, Claire jumped forward. “Yes, Mr. Lauren. This is Lyra.”Claire leaned closer and whispered into Lyra's ear. “I told you. Even taking responsibility won't save you.”Then she stepped back with a satisfied look.Lyra pressed her lips together and glanced around, as though trying to find an answer for what was going on.Near one of the corner workstations stood Heather. Unlike everyone else, she looked completely relaxed, almost amused by the tension hanging over the room.To her surprise, Mr. Lauren suddenly moved forward and extended his hand. “Good job, kid.”Lyra blinked. And before she could react, he was already shaking her hand.Claire's eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets. She stared at Mr. Lauren as though he had suddenly grown a third eye. "Good job?" she blurted. "She just forfeited a hundred million dollars' worth of inventory because of pride!"The second board member let out a disapproving grunt. "Pride?" His sharp eyes landed on

Pushing himself away from the wall, Tyson led the way downstairs.The gym was almost as large as the commercial fitness center Lyra visited once every four months—twice, if it was a good quarter. One entire wall was covered in mirrors. Rows of dumbbells and weight racks occupied one side of the room, while treadmills, rowing machines, and stationary bikes lined another. Thick exercise mats covered parts of the floor, and in the center stood a boxing area with enough open space for training.Tyson walked toward the boxing ring and gestured. "Over here."“You have a whole gym in your house?” Lyra slowly turned in a circle, taking everything in.“We can do this every weekend if you'd like.”She immediately widened her stance, raised her fists, and began bouncing dramatically from one foot to the other like a boxer preparing for a championship match. “So where do we start?”Tyson stared at her and laughed. "First lesson—Stop standing like that."Lyra paused. Looked down at herself before

The man’s attention snapped back to her. He hesitated for a moment before his mouth opened. Then—“You!” A shout echoed down the hallway.Both Lyra and the stranger turned.From the direction of the elevators, a burly man strode. He was dressed in all black as though he was headed to a robbery. The stranger cursed under his breath, then turned and walked away— Not casually, almost running.The burly man immediately followed, sprinting. “Hey!!”Neither man looked at Lyra again.And within seconds, both men disappeared down the stairs. Silence returned to the hallway.Lyra blinked. “What the hell?”Behind her, Daphne appeared, looking outside. “What’s up?”Lyra glanced one last time toward the empty hallway. “Nothing.” She frowned. “Just some weird guys.”Daphne immediately wrapped an arm around her shoulders and steered her back inside. “Welcome to my neighborhood.”The door shut.A strange chill lingered within Lyra, even while they returned to popping corn. Something about the encou

On the long list of things Lyra never thought would happen on this boring Monday evening, getting caught while trying to snoop in her fake husband's room was a close second. Seeing Tyson naked took the first spot easily.The cocky smile on his face made Lyra's whole body burn with embarrassment. She immediately turned around at his words, her cheeks flushing red. “What? Like what?” she forced the words out of her dry throat. God, why did she stare? And why was he even smiling? What's funny? Did he forget his shame in Russia?"I... I heard you're back, so that's why I came in here. I wanted to say hello. I just... Uhm... Don't worry about me, carry on," she rambled, flustered. Then she made her way to the door, desperate to get away from whatever this was.“So what do you think?” Tyson asked. “Do they look heavy?"She froze. The hell? “What?”“You said my—”“I remember,” she cut in, hoping she could just evaporate. As though catching her with her hands in the cookie jar wasn't enough