She's Too Busy Winning to Watch Him Cry novel Chapter 171

When Rowan Jameson arrived at Fairchild Holdings, he came up empty-handed.

She wasn't there.

At that exact moment, the lighting in the nail salon was soft, the music soothing. Lyra Fairchild leaned back on the plush sofa, snacking on fresh fruit with Madeline Vance while a technician carefully shaped her nails. It was a rare moment of dropping her guard, allowing herself to completely unwind.

Her phone suddenly vibrated. It was Secretary Montgomery.

She answered, his voice coming through the line. "Miss Fairchild, Mr. Jameson came by looking for you a moment ago."

Lyra tensed slightly, sitting up before relaxing back into the cushions. She gave a faint hum of acknowledgment. "Got it. From now on, whenever he comes, tell him I'm not here. And make sure he doesn't get anywhere near the R&D Department to see Quentin Pierce or his team."

"Understood, Miss Fairchild. I followed your previous instructions. He didn't make contact with Quentin."

"Good work," Lyra said softly.

After she hung up, Madeline noticed her expression and couldn't help but ask, "What's wrong?"

Lyra stared at her freshly manicured, glossy nails, a faint trace of emotion flickering in her eyes.

She knew better than anyone.

Even without Quentin and his core R&D team, even if a few projects were temporarily poached, Jameson Tech remained an immovable mountain.

What truly sustained that massive corporate empire was never a single patent or a specific team.

It was Rowan Jameson himself.

The most irreplaceable, core figure of the Jameson legacy had always been Rowan.

That was something she couldn't steal away.

From now on, her only option was to avoid him at all costs.

Madeline bristled at Elara's over-the-top arrogance. She was just about to snap back when Lyra grabbed the back of her hand and gently shook her head.

Lyra knew that Aura Beauty was destined to tank. Jasmine would be forced to sell at a massive loss, taking a brutal hit. Lyra was more than happy to watch the train wreck happen and had zero intention of warning her...

At the thought, the corners of Lyra's lips quirked up into a faint smile.

That subtle smile didn't escape Jasmine, who had been keeping a close eye on her. Jasmine's stomach dropped, a sudden wave of unease washing over her.

It suddenly dawned on her—did Lyra know some insider information?

"Lyra, what are you smiling at?" Jasmine's tone sharpened. "Do you know something about Aura Beauty? Spit it out."

Lyra immediately dropped the smile, playing the picture of innocence. "I don't know anything."

"Jasmine, what could she possibly know?" Elara sneered. "She's just a clueless Language major. She could never compare to a Ph.D. graduate from a top California university like you."