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.

She got the project data and had managed to swap her drugged drink into Fiona’s own glass. The room had been filled with people Fiona had hired, but Melanie was already pouring the remaining whiskey into a large bowl, and with Fiona herself out of the room, her sleight of hand went unnoticed.

Still, Melanie didn’t know if Fiona had another trick up her sleeve, so she pretended she was going to be sick and used the opportunity to flee the scene.

Even as she ran out of Intoxica, her nerves were stretched taut. However, the moment she saw Preston, an incredible sense of relief washed over her. She had never expected him to wait for her outside the club.

Drowsily, Melanie fell asleep.

When she opened her eyes again, Preston’s car was parked in a hospital parking lot.

Melanie rubbed her sleepy eyes and looked at Preston in surprise. Why had he brought her to a hospital?

While she was still bewildered, Preston had already gotten out of the car, walked around to the passenger side, opened the door for her, and then lifted her out of the car and into his arms.

“Preston?”

Melanie’s eyes flew open, and she was suddenly wide awake. It was late, and while the hospital wasn’t crowded, there were still people around.

Being carried in his arms in public like this was mortifying.

“Put me down! I can walk on my own.”