She Left She Thrived She’s Worth Billions novel Chapter 255

Everyone was having a great time, eating and drinking to their hearts’ content.

But gradually, the other six people began to leave one by one, all claiming they had things to attend to at home.

Melanie sensed that this was likely Bryant’s doing.

He wanted to have dinner with her alone, or perhaps talk to her about something in private.

He probably hadn’t asked her directly, instead arranging this roundabout team dinner, because he was afraid she would refuse.

The private room, once filled with eight people, now held only Melanie and Bryant.

Melanie continued grilling the meat, not calling him out on it, waiting for him to speak first.

After pouring himself a full glass of beer, Bryant finally got to the point.

“Melanie…”

Melanie looked up, her eyes meeting his.

Bryant’s gaze was incredibly serious.

“Did you know Elina was my daughter? Is that why you deliberately chose her as our project’s brand ambassador?”

Melanie paused.

She hadn't expected that the topic Bryant wanted to discuss with her alone was Elina.

Calmly, Melanie took a bite of grilled meat before asking him a question in return.

“You remember you have a daughter?”

This time, it was Bryant’s turn to be stunned.

From his reaction, Melanie knew that he had likely not been involved in his daughter's life for a very long time.

Melanie couldn’t help but sigh.

The selection for the Project NovaGate brand ambassador was indeed based directly on the system’s results, but the system had ultimately selected three final candidates.

And among them, Melanie had seen Elina.

Melanie was a person who believed in fate and connection.

But now, it seemed he had been overthinking things.

“About Elina…”

“You should go find out for yourself,” Melanie cut him off promptly.

This was Bryant’s family matter.

Especially when it concerned his own daughter, he shouldn't be hearing about it from someone else.

The atmosphere over the barbecue grew a bit awkward. Bryant scratched his head, resorting to small talk to fill the silence.

Melanie had already eaten her fill.

She wanted to leave, but Bryant had barely touched his food and kept trying to strike up conversations, as if he feared that if he let her go, he would never get another chance to have dinner and chat with her alone.

In the private room next door, also a room for eight, Preston Whitmore sat alone, facing a grill.

The meat on it was already burnt.