She's Too Busy Winning to Watch Him Cry novel Chapter 685

Jasmine's escape plan was aimed at an island nation in Southeast Asia, using a smuggling route to make her getaway.

First, she would use Lyra and Pip as hostages to force Rowan to release her imprisoned family members, while simultaneously extorting him for enough cash and overseas assets.

Once her family converged on the yacht, they would immediately abandon the conspicuous luxury vessel, transfer to a small smuggling speedboat, and go ashore to hide in a remote island village, where Thomas and his wife were already stationed to receive them.

Finn paced around the yacht's deck, noticing a spare inflatable rubber dinghy secured to the stern. He paused for a moment before heading back toward the bow.

"Finn, go wait for your sister. She'll be here soon," Agnes urged.

"You go receive them, Grandma," Finn replied. "I need to stay in the helm to familiarize myself with the navigation route and the control panel so we can go full throttle once she's here."

"Alright, we'll go then."

Tabitha and Elara flanked the old woman on the pier, craning their necks toward the end of the road. "Grandma, can Jasmine really get away safely?" Elara asked, her voice laced with anxiety. "Rowan is ruthless. What if he refuses to let her go..."

Agnes straightened her spine, a glint of sheer arrogance in her aged eyes. "What are you panicking for? Once Rowan gets here, I'll be the one dealing with him. I've been playing these games since before you were born. Manipulating his weakness will be a walk in the park."

Tabitha glanced back at the luxury yacht anchored on the water. "No matter how powerful Rowan is, he wouldn't dare gamble with his wife and son's lives. He'll hand Jasmine over obediently."

"I know exactly what I'm doing," the old woman replied flatly, her eyes fixing back on the distant headlights approaching on the road.

The Jameson Residence was much further from the harbor than the prison. After a grueling twenty minutes of anxious waiting, headlights finally pierced the night, rapidly closing the distance. Seeing this, the old woman quickly turned and boarded the ship, lowering her voice into an urgent hiss. "Prepare to set sail immediately!"

"Finn, start the engine!"

"Jonathan, drag that bitch out here."

Agnes orchestrated everything with chilling efficiency.

By the time Rowan's car screeched to a halt, the yacht's engines were already humming, just waiting for Jasmine to board before tearing off into the night.

When Jasmine was roughly hauled out of the car without a shred of gentleness, Agnes watched from the deck and shouted, "Rowan, you ungrateful bastard! The one who belonged by your side was Jasmine. It was Lyra who wedged herself in, stealing Jasmine's place, stealing the marriage that should have been hers, the child that should have been hers, and the devotion that belonged to her!"

"If you don't want anything to happen to your wife and kid, let Jasmine go right now!"

Rowan completely ignored the old woman's threats. His gaze swept over the deck, landing on the unconscious Wesley being dragged out by Jonathan. His thin lips pressed into a cold line. "Where are my wife and son?!"

Agnes had the exact same question, shooting a quick look at Jonathan. No matter. She would use Wesley to break Rowan's psychological defenses first.

She then snapped her head toward Jonathan. "Go drag Lyra out here!"

Jonathan froze, a flash of hesitation crossing his eyes. He remained rooted to the spot.

"Move!" Agnes slammed her cane against the deck, her tone dripping with murderous intent.

Not daring to stall any longer, Jonathan hurried into the cabin. A moment later, he emerged, dragging the figure of a woman wearing a light taro-colored coat. Her long, disheveled hair hung down, completely obscuring her face, as she was roughly dumped onto the deck.

The moment Agnes caught a glimpse of the woman's face, her pupils shrank, and she stood utterly paralyzed in shock. The woman sprawled on the deck wasn't Lyra at all—it was Elara, her face hidden beneath her hair. Relying on the dim night lighting and the coat, they had barely managed to fool the eyes watching from a distance.

Recovering her wits instantly, Agnes aimed the gun directly at Elara's head. "Don't come any closer," she shouted toward the shore. "Or I'll shoot! Let Jasmine go right now, and she boards alone! I'll count to three. One... Two..."

The harbor was drowned in thick darkness, the sea fog rolling in heavy. Consumed by fear for his wife and child, Rowan didn't have time to second-guess. Right as she counted to three, he released his iron grip on Jasmine's arm, his jaw clamped tight, his voice slicing through the air like a blade. "Get the hell out."

Casting a deep look at Rowan, Jasmine immediately sprinted up the boarding ramp and onto the yacht's deck. When she glanced down at the woman huddled on the floor with hair covering her face, she froze in shock.

But the second Jasmine stepped aboard, Finn gunned the engines from the helm. The yacht slowly pulled away from the pier, tearing through the black waters as it sped out toward the open sea.