In just over an hour, the two of them finalized the multibillion-dollar donation agreement right there in the Sawyer estate. Foundation officials drafted and notarized the documents on the spot. Once the clearing and transfer processes were completed, the entire one hundred and sixty billion dollars was deposited directly into the designated charity account.
Wesley waited by the car outside, his expression unreadable. "She's incredibly expensive," he muttered to himself.
The eighty billion Rowan donated didn't come from Jameson Group's operating capital. It was sourced entirely from his personal equity and overseas trust assets. It wouldn't disrupt the company's daily operations, project funding, or debt chains, nor would it trigger any corporate crisis.
However, this astronomical personal donation would drastically dilute his private wealth.
Andrea Nash was also there. She glanced at Wesley. "So you'd better start showing her some respect. She might be your boss's wife one day."
It wasn't a matter of 'might be' anymore.
It felt like she already was...
Wesley wasn't the only one reeling. As Lyra rode back to Seaborne City, she leaned against the car window, her mind a chaotic mess. The sheer weight of Rowan's matched donation pressed heavily on her chest.
She had lied when she said she'd get pregnant.
It seemed like everyone in the Fairchild family was destined for tragedy.
Especially Pip.
He hadn't even had the chance to be born before he was lost in her womb.
Given how the others' fates had played out, even if she managed to conceive in this life, whether Pip could survive remained a terrifying unknown.
She had no idea what other disasters lay in wait for her.
And she absolutely refused to go through that heartbreak again.
Her face turned pale, and she realized her right hand was trembling from a bone-deep chill. She dug her fingernails into her palm, trying to ground herself.
Rowan chose to donate that money himself. She hadn't forced him; it had nothing to do with her. If she backed out now, he couldn't possibly expect her to pay back eighty billion dollars, right? She was broke. She still owed Caleb a fortune.
She felt like she had just walked into a lethal trap.
While her mind was racing, a strong grip suddenly wrapped around her wrist. With a firm tug, Rowan pulled her right onto his lap. She crashed against his broad, warm chest, instantly enveloped by his signature cool cedarwood scent.

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