She Left, She Thrived, She’s Worth Billions novel Chapter 21

On the second floor was the VIP lounge.

All the top players in Averin’s high society were gathered there.

Spencer Halevy of the Halevy Group, Trevor Blackwell of Genexa Biolabs, Holden Pierce of the Pierce Group, and Serena Devonshire of the Vitasphere Health Group.

The seminar was organized by the IFPMA. On the surface, the entire industry was invited to participate, but in reality, the only people with any decision-making power were the ones in this room.

In stark contrast to the noisy hall below, the VIP lounge was silent.

These powerful figures, who could usually command the wind and the rain, now sat stiffly in their chairs, as silent as mice. They waited cautiously for the head of Stellaris PharmaTech, who sat before them, to finish what he was doing.

Preston Whitmore was texting.

His face, as cold and handsome as a marble statue, gave the impression that he was negotiating a deal worth billions.

No one dared to interrupt.

Beside him, Gabriel Whitmore leaned close to Preston’s ear and whispered, “Bro, I’ve got it all handled. Are you still worried?”

“No.”

Preston didn’t look up, his attention fixed on his phone.

Gabriel snuck a peek at the screen. He saw Preston type a few words into the message box, then delete them, over and over. His brow furrowed deeper and deeper, as if he was deeply dissatisfied with what he was writing.

Gabriel’s lip twitched. “Man, you really suck at flirting.”

Preston immediately put down his phone and looked at Gabriel.

A shiver ran down Gabriel's spine, and he instinctively touched the back of his neck.

His head was still attached.

As the second-in-command at Stellaris PharmaTech, Gabriel had been the public face of the company for years. His brother, Preston, rarely made appearances unless a project was of critical importance.

This time, however, Preston himself had shown up.

Spencer, Trevor, Holden, and Serena couldn’t help but rack their brains, trying to decipher what kind of business signal this sent.

After what felt like an eternity, Preston finally picked up the materials prepared by the organizers.

The snow-white silk gloves were a stark contrast against his pure black wool suit.

In the few times Spencer and the others had seen him, Preston was always dressed in the same color palette.

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