She Left She Thrived She’s Worth Billions novel Chapter 124

A shriek pierced the air.

Everyone turned at the sound and saw that the pristine white pearls on Evelyn’s gown were now grotesquely coated in brown, as if they’d been drenched in mud.

Melanie glanced at Evelyn once, then turned back to her conversation with Harper Ellington.

With people like Evelyn, even a second glance was a waste of time.

Dominic also turned his head back.

It wasn't that he hadn't seen Evelyn's desperate plea for help.

But with so many important people in the room, he knew he'd be the subject of gossip if he went to help her.

So, at a time like this, he could only pretend he hadn't seen anything.

“Dominic…”

Evelyn stood there, stunned.

She had clearly seen Dominic look at her, only to quickly turn away and continue chatting and laughing with Melanie.

And here she was, the sole laughingstock of the anniversary party.

She was utterly devastated. If she could, Evelyn would have sat on the floor and bawled her eyes out.

But she couldn't.

Ignoring the chocolate dripping down her body, Evelyn fled the venue in a panic.

She wouldn't let this go!

As the staff cleaned the floor, Dominic glanced toward the main entrance of the hall.

He didn't see Evelyn.

While he felt a sense of relief, he couldn't help but worry.

Even though Evelyn had been a complete embarrassment tonight, she was still the woman he loved.

After much hesitation, Dominic took out his phone, intending to call Evelyn.

Before he could dial, Melanie’s hand gently covered his phone.

“Honey, who are you calling?”

At Melanie’s question, Harper Ellington, Vincent, and the others all turned to look at Dominic.

Dominic opened his mouth but couldn't bring himself to say he wanted to call Evelyn.

“It’s nothing. I was just checking the time.”

Dominic put his phone away.

Melanie smiled faintly.

She knew perfectly well he wanted to call Evelyn; the concern on his face was so obvious a blind person could see it.

She didn’t call him out on it or mention it at all.

Dominic no longer pestering her to go home with him was a good thing for her.

It was already late at night when she returned to Rosevale Heights.

After getting out of the cab, Melanie instinctively looked up.

A light was on in the 56th-floor apartment of the central high-rise.

Melanie paused.

“Preston’s back?”

She practically ran to the elevator, but when she reached her front door, she suddenly felt nervous.

This time, she had to sincerely apologize to Preston for leaving him behind that day.

Standing at her door, before she could even enter the code, the door swung open.

Melanie looked up, and Preston’s devastatingly handsome face abruptly filled her vision.

For a moment, Melanie held her breath.

This was the first time they had been face-to-face since they parted ways on the riverside bridge.

Preston looked like he had just showered. His hair, usually impeccably styled with product, was now wet and tousled.