She Left, She Thrived, She’s Worth Billions novel Chapter 38

When it came to the best prime real estate in Averin, nothing could beat the Goldencrest District.

Melanie first stopped by the supermarket to buy some groceries, then drove to the heart of the Goldencrest District, an exclusive area for the ultra-wealthy—

Rosevale Heights.

The entire complex consisted of only three towering, ultra-luxurious skyscrapers, arranged in a triangular formation like three sharp blades plunged into the city's heart.

The futuristic, deep-space-gray glass curtain walls shimmered, complemented by the mica-gold foil layered within.

Every apartment here was over three thousand square feet. Residential units started on the 20th floor, with the levels below dedicated to a full suite of extravagant recreational facilities.

With one elevator per household and comprehensive security, the residents' private space was completely protected.

Carrying her shopping bags, Melanie took the elevator to the 56th floor.

From today on, she would be living here.

It felt amazing.

Melanie entered the password to unlock the door and happily hung her spoils from the day in the master bedroom's walk-in closet. She even gleefully put on the hair accessory that Evelyn had fought over.

After changing into loungewear, Melanie tied on an apron and went into the kitchen to cook.

Though she was the esteemed daughter of the Royce family, Melanie knew how to cook for herself.

She knew that in Nathaniel's and Dominic's eyes, she was probably just a useless good-for-nothing.

But at least she wouldn't starve.

She always remembered what her mother used to tell her:

“Knowing how to cook is a way to treat yourself.”

Because no matter how good or expensive restaurant food was, it could never replicate the taste of home.

Melanie made two simple home-cooked dishes: scrambled eggs with tomatoes and stir-fried shrimp with cashews.

Easy to make and delicious.

Just as she finished serving the food and sat down at the dining table, the door suddenly opened.

Preston walked in.

As always, he was dressed in a black suit with white gloves, his chiseled, angular face as cold as a statue.

“Oh, you’re back just in time. I just finished cooking. Come and eat with me!”

Melanie beckoned to Preston.

A flicker of a complex emotion crossed Preston’s deep, dark eyes, but his expression remained icy.

He stared at Melanie for a long time, perhaps because it was the first time he had seen her in loungewear.

Was she being stared down again?

Melanie, who had just warmly invited him to eat, felt a little awkward at his reaction.

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