She's Too Busy Winning to Watch Him Cry novel Chapter 143

The following morning, Lyra headed out to meet with one of their suppliers.

In her previous life, this particular vendor had a nasty habit of playing dirty. He would deliberately dump their inventory to crash the market price, then sweep back in to buy it all up for pennies on the dollar once they were desperate.

Because the factory produced highly customized components based on specific client parameters, Fairchild Holdings couldn't easily resell the rejected batches to anyone else.

Sometimes, Lyra genuinely wondered if these malicious suppliers had someone feeding them strategies behind the scenes, slowly bleeding Fairchild Holdings dry.

That someone had to be either Rowan or Jasmine.

"Under the circumstances, I believe it's best we terminate our partnership," Lyra said smoothly.

She stood up, her expression a mask of professional ice. "Perhaps we'll cross paths again in the future."

"Wait, hold on..." Mr. Horner stared at her in shock. He never expected the pampered heiress to go completely off-script. She didn't even try to negotiate or argue her case—she just pulled the plug.

Did she seriously run a multi-million-dollar corporation based on her moods?

It wasn't until Lyra and her assistant vanished through the office doors that it finally hit him: she was dead serious. The deal was off.

Mr. Horner immediately dialed his handler. "Mr. Ford, the Fairchilds just pulled out of the deal entirely."

"Arthur sent his daughter to handle this meeting," Jonathan sneered through the receiver. "She probably didn't uncover a damn thing. The spoiled brat just doesn't know the first thing about business. She probably got bored after two minutes. Honestly, she's not a fraction of the woman my Jasmine is."

Whatever else Jonathan said made Mr. Horner chuckle. "Got it. We'll leave it at that for now."

In his own office, Jonathan hung up the phone and scoffed. "If Arthur is desperate enough to let his clueless daughter manage operations, Fairchild Holdings is already circling the drain. We won't even have to lift a finger."

Chuckling to himself, he shook his head in amusement.

...

Back at the Fairchild headquarters, Caleb poked his head into Lyra's office. "How did it go with Mr. Horner?"

"I dropped him."

Caleb blinked, instantly sitting up straighter in the plush guest chair. "You dropped him?"

Lyra settled into her executive chair across from him. "I didn't like the look of him. He gave off bad energy."

Caleb stared at her, flabbergasted. "You're making executive corporate decisions based on vibes now?"

Half an hour later, Waylon arrived with typical precision. Lyra was running a few minutes behind, so he stepped out of the grand entrance to wait for her.

"You made it," he greeted with a warm smile.

"Yeah, the traffic was brutal," she replied apologetically.

They shared a brief, easy smile and turned toward the doors.

Suddenly, a teenager entirely absorbed in his phone barreled past, clipping Lyra's shoulder. Despite her desperate attempt to regain her balance, she stumbled sideways, crashing straight into Waylon's solid chest.

"I am so sorry!" Lyra gasped, instantly steadying herself and taking a large, respectful step back.

"It's alright, no harm done," Waylon replied easily.

Neither of them noticed the pair of eyes burning into them from just a few yards away.

Jasmine had also come to the restaurant for lunch. Watching the scene unfold from a distance, her eyes narrowed into a dark, calculating glare.

Lyra realized she couldn't get her claws into Rowan, so now she's throwing herself at Waylon?