She's Too Busy Winning to Watch Him Cry novel Chapter 111

After touring ultra-luxury estates—the impeccable interior designs, the lush private landscaping, the panoramic views—the condo they had looked at earlier instantly lost all its appeal.

But Caleb couldn't help wondering: would Arthur really authorize dropping hundreds of millions of dollars on a single house?

Once back at the Fairchild mansion, Lyra quickly informed Arthur that both she and her brother had their sights set on an estate at The Imperial Heights.

Arthur paused mid-bite, his fork freezing over his plate. He looked at Caleb and noted, "That is significantly over budget."

Caleb hastily backpedaled. "Actually, we could just live here after the wedding. A full house is always fun anyway, we don't even need to buy a place..."

Lyra knew Caleb would fold immediately. She turned to her father. "Dad, the house itself isn't the point. It's about sending a message. Buying a top-tier estate shows Kayla's family how much Caleb values her. Right, Mom?"

Delilah had been quietly listening, but when prompted, she offered a hesitant smile. "But sweetheart, properties at The Imperial Heights cost a fortune..."

Hundreds of millions of dollars.

They weren't the almighty Jameson family, who could effortlessly toss around that kind of cash.

"Our family is about to hit the jackpot anyway. Didn't you say my strategy was going to rake in unprecedented profits for Fairchild Holdings, Dad?"

Arthur couldn't help but chuckle, shaking his head. "You remind me of a news story I read. A girl thought she won millions on a scratch-off ticket, so she went on a massive designer shopping spree before cashing it in. When she finally went to collect the money, she realized she had read the numbers wrong and hadn't won a dime. The poor girl had a total meltdown in the middle of the mall."

"I'm nothing like her," Lyra stated confidently.

"Is that so..." Arthur mused.

Lyra whipped her head around to Caleb. "Rowan spends millions on casual gifts for Jasmine. You're getting married. If you don't splurge on something monumental, how can you even look Kayla in the eye?"

"Look, we can't compete with the Jamesons..."

"Dad, you don't need to save up a nest egg for my future wedding. Just pour my share into Caleb's right now."

She had zero intention of ever walking down the aisle in this lifetime anyway.

"Nonsense..." Arthur chided gently. "You honestly wouldn't mind if I gave your brother all that money?"

Lyra shook her head firmly. "Not at all."

Arthur broke into a wide grin.

If his daughter was insisting on it, how could he refuse?

"It doesn't matter if Aurelius survives," she said coldly. "As long as Fairchild Holdings lives."

...

Just as Lyra had predicted, the moment the market opened on Wednesday, those specific tech stocks plummeted—taking Fairchild Holdings down with them.

The crash was so violent and instantaneous that retail investors triggered a mass panic sell-off.

The Legal Director stormed into Arthur's office, breathless. "Chairman Fairchild, all our partners are calling in a panic! The press is hounding us, demanding to know if our cash flow is ruptured. Everyone thinks that's why the government pulled our contract and why our stock is nose-diving!"

Arthur's face drained of color. "What?!"

"Sir, should we issue a public denial immediately?"

In a bloodbath like this, PR statements were useless.

The panicked shareholders wouldn't listen to reason anyway.

Still, Caleb scrambled to post an emergency video statement on their official social media channels. Dressed in a razor-sharp suit, he firmly guaranteed that the company's financials were rock solid, desperately trying to stabilize market confidence.