She Left, She Thrived, She’s Worth Billions novel Chapter 132

When Fiona returned to the room, she saw Melanie holding the glass she had handed her, waiting.

“Here’s the data you wanted.”

Melanie set the glass down first, took the data, reviewed it from beginning to end, then placed it in her handbag. Finally, she picked up the glass and drained it in one gulp.

Fiona’s lips curled into a triumphant smirk.

“You have the data now. You said you’d drink the rest of the whiskey. You can’t go back on your word.”

Before Fiona even finished her sentence, Melanie lifted the large bowl filled with whiskey.

“Of course I keep my word. I poured all the remaining drinks in here.”

With that, she tilted her head back and began chugging the contents of the large bowl.

“Ms. Royce really can hold her liquor!”

Fiona sat down on the sofa, crossed her legs, and picked up a wine glass from the coffee table. She sipped her drink contentedly while watching Melanie pour alcohol down her own throat.

Any minute now, the drug would kick in.

Fiona glanced at her phone and started counting the minutes.

As soon as Melanie finished the bowl, she clamped a hand over her mouth and bolted out of the room.

Fiona’s unrestrained laughter echoed from within.

Melanie ran as fast as she could, but she didn’t rush into the restroom to vomit. She ran straight out of the club, Intoxica.

The air outside was so much fresher. Melanie let out a long sigh of relief.

Just then, a long honk of a car horn caught her attention.

Melanie looked up.

Under the night sky, a sleek and sharp BMW 5 Series was parked right in front of her. A car she knew all too well.

Preston hadn’t left?

As Melanie stood there in surprise, the car door opened. Preston got out and walked over to her.

His long lashes cast a slight shadow as he looked down and noticed Melanie clutching her stomach with one hand.

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