She's Too Busy Winning to Watch Him Cry novel Chapter 441

"Our top earner is a top earner for a reason. The numbers speak for themselves. Even my dad bends over backward to keep them happy."

"What can you do? Just let Quentin and his team do what they want. They have the technical skills to back it up."

Madeline Vance happened to call just then. When Lyra complained about Quentin Pierce, Madeline quickly tried to smooth things over.

Lyra knew exactly how vital Quentin and his team were. Complaining was one thing, but if talents like Quentin and York Somerset actually left, Fairchild Holdings would be crippled.

Rowan Jameson had a legion of people bowing and scraping to help him, but Caleb Fairchild had very few capable hands on his side.

Caleb was a family man with zero cutthroat ambition. As long as the company had orders coming in, he was content. He only looked at the short-term gains.

"I just hope little Harrison grows up to be a ruthless, decisive leader," Lyra sighed, feeling exhausted from worrying about the family's future.

After hanging up, she resigned herself to her fate and pulled Rowan out of her blocked contacts list.

She had been too hasty.

Just then, the boarding announcement echoed through the terminal. She tucked her phone away and boarded her flight.

When she landed and walked out of the terminal, she checked her screen. Her phone was dead silent. Not a single missed call, not one text.

Lyra stared at the screen for a long time before opening her chat with Rowan. She typed out a message: [Come on, man. I was just joking with you earlier. Don't take it seriously.]

Her finger hovered over the send button for what felt like an eternity before she silently deleted the words, one by one.

Forget it.

She would deal with it tomorrow.

Knowing Rowan, he might just show up at the Fairchild estate tonight! If he did, she'd use the opportunity to smooth things over and make sure he didn't go anywhere the next day.

But when Lyra got home, she found that Rowan hadn't come.

The tiny spark of hope in her chest quietly extinguished.

Hearing the commotion, Delilah Fairchild walked out of the living room and casually asked about her trip.

Lyra gave a noncommittal answer, hurried through a shower, and retreated to her bedroom.

Refusing to give up, she opened the company group chat.

Lyra: [There's a spontaneous company team-building event tomorrow! Everyone is required to attend! The location is...]

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