She Left She Thrived She’s Worth Billions novel Chapter 131

Since Melanie was already here, Fiona figured she might as well have a drink first. It wouldn't interfere with the plan.

Melanie watched impassively as Fiona downed the glass of whiskey.

“I’ve had the first drink. Now, for the second one…”

Fiona once again picked up a glass and offered it to Melanie, only to be refused again.

“You should drink the second one too, Ms. Marcelline.”

“Why!”

Seeing that Fiona was getting annoyed, Melanie explained slowly and deliberately, “The first toast is for the occasion, Fiona. And the second? Well, it’s bad luck to stop at one—unless you’re looking to jinx our partnership. If the guest accepts the luck brought forth by the host, it’s considered rude. It brings a lifetime of misfortune.”

Melanie said it with such conviction that Fiona just grew impatient.

Muttering, “What a pain,” Fiona tilted her head back and drank the second glass as well.

After Fiona had been maneuvered into drinking two glasses, Melanie was certain—the whiskey prepared in the tower hadn't been drugged beforehand.

In other words, they were waiting for her to let her guard down or get drunk before making their move.

Melanie lowered her gaze slightly.

She wasn't naive enough to believe Fiona had invited her to a place like this just to bury the hatchet.

This environment was perfect for drugging someone.

What an old trick.

But if it worked, the consequences would be devastating.

As Melanie mulled this over, she saw Fiona turn to get a third glass. This time, her back completely blocked the whiskey tower from view.

A moment later, Fiona turned back around and held the third glass out to Melanie.

“This time… you can’t make me drink it again. I’ve had two in a row, and you haven’t had a single one! That’s no way to show you want to cooperate!”

“Fine. I’ll have someone bring it over to you.”

Fiona took out her phone, but the private room was too loud, so she had to step outside to make the call.

Once Fiona was gone, Melanie immediately grabbed a large bowl and poured all the remaining whiskey from the tower into it.

As she poured, she muttered to herself, “I keep my promises. Since Ms. Marcelline is getting the data for me, I have to chug all this whiskey.”

While Melanie was busy pouring, the male model and the young woman were singing and dancing, lost in their own world.

Outside the room, while waiting for her subordinate to deliver the data, Fiona couldn’t resist calling Evelyn.

“Evelyn, we did it. Melanie’s about to lose her mind and have an orgy. The models here are really wild. Even if they don’t completely break her, she’ll be a wreck. Then we’ll have the girls leak a few details… I guarantee she’s finished!”

Listening to Fiona’s confident words, Evelyn verbally thanked her for the help, but inwardly she was thinking something else.

She didn’t need to be so subtle as to “leak details.” She had already hired someone to secretly film everything, and they were already in position, just waiting for the debauchery to begin. This time, she would completely ruin Melanie’s reputation.