She's Too Busy Winning to Watch Him Cry novel Chapter 73

Jonathan Ford was fully aware that Rowan had officially signed with Fairchild Enterprises.

His only regret was that the Ford family's business wasn't quite large enough to handle the scale of the contract yet; otherwise, given his daughter's intimate relationship with Rowan, the Jameson Group would have undoubtedly chosen them.

A few days later, during a joint operational meeting between the Jameson, Fairchild, and Chavez representatives, Wesley felt his phone vibrate. Stepping off to the side, he took the call before leaning down to whisper in Rowan's ear. "Boss, Mr. Ford says The Upper River Project is a go—"

Rowan offered a faint nod.

Wesley immediately understood and slipped out of the room to execute the orders.

Sitting across the table, Caleb caught the quiet exchange. A cold realization washed over him—Rowan had been secretly funneling resources to help the Ford family rapidly expand their territory for the last six months. Caleb's grip on his coffee mug tightened until his knuckles turned white.

Lyra hadn't caught the entire whisper, but she definitely heard the words "Mr. Ford."

It was obvious they were talking about Jasmine's father, Jonathan Ford.

All of this was perfectly in line with Lyra's expectations, so she felt no shock.

So what if Jonathan Ford started aggressively poaching Fairchild's market share?

She was going to build a completely new, untouchable avenue of wealth for the Fairchild family anyway.

Lucas was also sitting in on the meeting, acting as the logistics liaison for the Chavez family. Hearing the exchange, he shot Lyra a look full of mocking pity, clearly waiting for her to snap or cause a scene.

Lyra smoothly flipped a page in her portfolio, giving Lucas nothing but her perfect side profile.

She didn't glance at Rowan, nor did she acknowledge Lucas. Her reaction was an absolute, unbothered calm.

Lucas blinked in stunned disappointment and awkwardly looked back down at his documents.

...

Once the meeting officially adjourned, Lyra packed up and left before anyone else.

Caleb and the rest of the executives were heading out to a business lunch with Rowan, but Lyra had zero interest in tagging along.

As she stood waiting for the elevator, Jasmine and Elara strolled into the corridor.

Elara had come by the corporate headquarters to visit her cousin. The moment she spotted Lyra, she let out a loud, obnoxious sneer. "Look who it is. Like a ghost that just won't leave us alone."

Lyra treated her like a speck of dust on the wall. The doors slid open, and she stepped inside.

She hit the button for the lobby.

Since she had hitched a ride with Caleb that morning, she needed to catch a cab back.

As she walked toward the grand glass entrance, she spotted a guy standing near the doors holding a massive, obnoxious bouquet of yellow roses.

Lyra paused.

She recognized him instantly.

His eventual bankruptcy had essentially been catastrophic collateral damage.

"Mrs. Ford didn't mention anything about a boyfriend. She actually encouraged me to come down here and shoot my shot."

Lyra let out a cold laugh.

The Fords were so desperate to inflate Jasmine's social value, they really had no limits!

Calvin was just a pawn being marched to a slaughter.

Lyra didn't bother explaining the ugly politics. She just gestured casually toward the massive bouquet in his hands. "Those are gorgeous roses. Mind giving them to me? Let's just pretend you came here today to see me."

Calvin stammered, his eyes wide. "Who... who are you?"

"Lyra Fairchild. Arthur Fairchild's daughter."

Calvin's jaw practically hit the floor. Everyone in Seaborne City knew the legendary Arthur Fairchild.

Which meant the woman standing in front of him was the heiress to Fairchild Enterprises.

Her brother was Caleb Fairchild, a man with wealth that dwarfed the Sinclair family's net worth. Calvin had only dared to pursue Jasmine because Tabitha had manipulated him into it; he would never have the audacity to hit on someone of Lyra's status. "Miss Fairchild, are you messing with me right now?"

"Mr. Sinclair, I am literally trying to save your life right now..." Noticing a few corporate employees glancing their way, Lyra lowered her voice to a sultry whisper. She reached out and lightly adjusted the collar of his suit jacket, making the gesture look incredibly intimate to anyone watching. To the untrained eye, it truly looked like Calvin had shown up to romance the Fairchild heiress.