She's Too Busy Winning to Watch Him Cry novel Chapter 45

Chapter 45

On the fifth day of the New Year, Lyra contacted the HR manager, who confirmed that none of the specific candidates she was looking for had applied.

Lyra opened various recruiting apps and premium talent networks, posting high-salary listings for algorithm and mechanical engineers. The starting salary was explicitly set at two million dollars a year.

Major corporations like the Jameson Group and the Grayson family enterprise were all aggressively recruiting top talent.

Driven by curiosity, Lyra clicked into their job listings. On the surface, Fairchild Holdings was offering significantly higher salaries than Jameson Tech.

But the reality was different.

Lyra knew Rowan was a man who deeply valued true talent. In her past life, Quentin Pierce, the Chief Engineer at Jameson Tech, had an eight-figure annual salary.

Jameson Tech likely didn’t want to attract mercenaries who only jumped ship for a massive paycheck, so they deliberately listed conservative salaries on their public postings.

It was a highly effective filtering tactic.

Within just a few hours, the Fairchild Holdings inbox was flooded with applications. Even in the middle of the holidays, desperate job seekers were pouring in.

However, none of them were the people she was looking for.

Lyra sifted through the emails one by one, staying up late into the night.

She only wanted elite technical talent, but she kept getting completely irrelevant applications. Then, a familiar name caught her eye in the inbox-Mr. Miller, a former employee who had been notoriously fired by the Jameson Group.

She smiled. This Mr. Miller was a very interesting piece on the board.

He had been in charge of overseas server maintenance. During a critical phase, he accidentally sent an obsolete file version to a major client. Unaware of the error, the client adjusted their project strategy based on the outdated data, temporarily crippling a massive initiative the Jameson Group had spent months preparing.

Back then, she had already married Rowan and was pregnant with his child. Driven by a surge of hormones, she had constantly tried to get close to him, desperately seeking his warmth despite his coldness. She remembered Rowan fighting down his rage while taking the crisis call. When he turned and locked eyes with her as she approached, her breath had hitched. Glancing at her, he spoke coldly into the phone, “Contain the damage first. Have a recovery plan on my desk by tomorrow morning.”

After hanging up, his gaze had dropped to her rounding belly. “Are you still refusing to tell me who the father is?”

Snapping out of the memory, Lyra drafted a lengthy, persuasive reply to Mr. Miller, diplomatically suggesting that Fairchild Holdings was in desperate need of a versatile talent like him.

Madeline dropped her attitude. “Ugh, the plane food was completely inedible.”

Lyra drove her to a rustic, tucked-away restaurant in the suburbs. Though it was currently an unknown spot, it would eventually become wildly famous for its fresh ingredients, requiring

reservations weeks in advance.

Lyra had already eaten, so she just ordered a few signature dishes for her friend.

When the food arrived, Madeline took one bite and her eyes widened. “Lyra, how did you find this place? It’s amazing.”

Lyra placed a piece of shrimp on her plate. “Then eat up.”

“You have some too, Lyra.”

“I will.” Lyra had actually eaten before heading to the airport. She took a small bite of the shrimp, just picking at her food to keep her friend company.