She's Too Busy Winning to Watch Him Cry novel Chapter 109

The next morning.

During an executive meeting at the Jameson Group, Rowan's phone buzzed.

It was a call from Alistair.

Rowan knew exactly what the old man was calling to say.

He didn't answer.

He simply flipped the device to silent and continued the meeting.

The executives exchanged nervous glances, none daring to utter a single word or ask questions.

Seated to his left, Jasmine, acting as his secretary, typed away on her laptop to record the minutes. The faintest, imperceptible smirk tugged at the corners of her lips.

Once the meeting adjourned, Jasmine strutted back to the CEO's office on her stilettos, the picture of professional confidence.

Rowan glanced up at her. "There's a massive economic forum happening over the next two days. Ask Finn if he wants to attend."

When Jasmine hesitated for a second, Rowan instructed Wesley Wade to hand her a stack of VIP passes.

"Thank you," Jasmine said to Wesley.

Wesley offered a polite smile. "You're too kind, Ms. Ford."

A rare hint of amusement danced in Rowan's eyes as he relaxed in his chair. "Shouldn't I be the one you're thanking?"

Jasmine glided over to his side, her tone bold and seductive. "How exactly would you like me to thank you?"

Wesley immediately scurried out the door. Just as the heavy mahogany clicked shut, he caught a glimpse of Jasmine straddling his boss's lap.

He squeezed his eyes shut. See no evil.

At this point, the entire company had practically crowned Jasmine as the future lady of the Jameson empire.

When Wesley returned to the secretarial pool, the other women immediately swarmed him, dying for gossip about what the CEO and Ms. Ford were doing behind closed doors.

Wesley ignored them all, shooting back a crisp, "The boss said anyone who gossips can march straight down to HR."

As the executive assistant closest to Rowan, his word was law. The chatter died instantly.

That evening, Jasmine returned home and told her family about the upcoming economic forum.

Finn shrugged helplessly. "I could never be as brilliant as Rowan."

"Well, with Rowan backing you, your life is going to be just fine," the matriarch noted shrewdly. She knew that as long as Jasmine married Rowan, the Ford family would have the world at their fingertips.

Jonathan Ford was currently so swamped with the sheer volume of business Rowan had tossed his way that he barely had time to breathe.

All thanks to Rowan Jameson.

Jasmine had mentioned that Rowan had even ruthlessly kicked Fairchild Holdings off a massive government project, reassigning it to Ford Enterprises. With this momentum, the Fords were about to strike it rich and secure a permanent throne in Seaborne City.

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For several consecutive days, a dark cloud of gloom hung over the Fairchild Holdings boardroom.

Everyone seemed resigned to the belief that losing their partnership with the Jameson Group was a fatal death blow to the company.

During a closed-door executive session, one director even suggested, "Miss Fairchild, why don't you try talking to Mr. Jameson again? See if you can change his mind."

"Exactly," another chimed in. "That Jasmine isn't even half as stunning as you are. She just parades around as a Philanthropy Ambassador, but who knows if she's actually a decent person..."

Lyra calmly flipped a page in her file. "We discuss business in this room. If anyone wants to spout nonsense, they can get the hell out."