She Left She Thrived She’s Worth Billions novel Chapter 120

Evelyn walked into the Grand Marivelle Palace, clinging to Dominic’s arm.

Melanie walked on his other side, maintaining a person’s width of distance between them.

The three had just entered the venue when Fiona approached them.

She held a crystal wine glass in one hand and had the other linked with a man.

The man was a bit older, but he was dressed in a well-tailored suit and clearly came from a wealthy background.

“Evelyn! Mr. Hale! You’re here!”

Fiona had clearly seen Melanie but deliberately ignored her.

“Dad, let me introduce you. This is Dominic, the general manager of the Hale Health Center.”

Hearing Fiona’s words, it dawned on Dominic.

The man Fiona was holding onto was her father, the chairman of Novarison Pharmaceuticals Plant, Vincent Marcelline.

As far as Dominic recalled, Vincent had poor health and hadn’t made a public appearance in years, leaving the company’s operations almost entirely to Fiona.

Dominic had met Vincent before, but many years had passed, and Vincent had aged considerably.

If Fiona hadn’t said anything, he wouldn’t have recognized him.

Dominic proactively extended his hand and shook Vincent’s.

Vincent’s face was a map of deep-set wrinkles, currently masked by a polished, corporate smile.

“I’ve heard so much about you, Mr. Hale. You’re truly an impressive young man.”

As he spoke the pleasantries, Vincent’s gaze shifted to Evelyn.

Evelyn had indeed managed to outshine everyone.

From the moment she entered the hall, her pearl-laden outfit had caught the attention of many guests. It was simply too dazzling to the eye.

Vincent looked Evelyn up and down, his brow furrowing slightly as he asked, “Is this… Mrs. Hale?”

Dominic quickly waved his hands and explained, “No, no, this is my sister, Evelyn. She’s good friends with your daughter.”

He had noticed Melanie the moment she walked in, struck by her exceptionally distinguished aura.

He just hadn’t expected her to be Dominic’s wife.

“Beautiful? Please!”

Fiona rolled her eyes, making no effort to hide her dislike for Melanie.

“Dad, this is our company’s sixtieth anniversary. Looking at Melanie in that drab black, you'd think she was here for a wake, not a celebration.”

Provoked by Fiona, Melanie calmly glanced around the hall at the other guests.

“If you put it that way, it must be quite a downer. After all… at least twenty of the guests you invited are wearing solid black. Are they also treating this celebration like a funeral?”

“You!”

Fiona gasped, nearly choking on her words.

She hadn't thought anything of guests wearing black until now. She had only said it to find fault with Melanie in front of others.