She Left She Thrived She’s Worth Billions novel Chapter 388

The moment the words left Elara's mouth, Preston's eyes snapped up.

Marjorie's gaze whipped toward her son, her expression filled with absolute shock.

The heirloom necklace Elara mentioned was essentially an engagement token.

Marjorie had received it from her own mother-in-law.

Now that Preston and Gabriel were fully grown, she had given the necklace and a matching ring to Preston and Gabriel, respectively, allowing them to freely choose their future wives.

However...

Even though it was a 'free choice,' Marjorie wasn't just going to turn a blind eye to who they picked.

She was their mother, after all.

"Elara... are you sure you didn't just see it wrong?"

Though she directed the question at Elara, her eyes were locked onto Preston.

"I only caught a quick glimpse. It's entirely possible I was mistaken..."

Elara offered a bashful smile, secretly praying that she really had been wrong.

If she was mistaken, it meant Preston hadn't given the necklace away. It would mean he didn't have someone in his heart yet, and she still had a chance.

"You weren't mistaken."

Preston's voice suddenly cut through the air.

A suffocating wave of despair washed over Elara, leaving her completely rigid.

He had been so incredibly silent the entire meal, yet he delivered those four words with brutal, unwavering speed.

Elara stared at him, her usually poised and composed facade violently cracking.

She gripped her hands tightly in her lap, her fingertips turning ice-cold.

He really gave it away?

To another woman?

A deep wave of regret hit Elara. She wished she had never brought it up.

If she had kept her mouth shut, she could have continued living in denial, convincing herself she had imagined the whole thing.

But...

She just couldn't do it.

It drove her crazy.

She was obsessed with knowing whether he had actually given the necklace away, and more importantly, exactly who had received it.

Still, Elara knew Preston's parents adored her.

She had always figured that if Preston never found anyone else, he would eventually marry her anyway.

She hadn't been in a rush.

She was an elite heiress of high society, after all.

She wasn't desperate for a ring.

But she never expected this...

Elara fought back the tears threatening to spill.

"Yes, Preston. Which family is she from? Is it someone your mother doesn't know?"

Elara forced an air of calm, trying to subtly fish for information.

Preston shot her a dark, sidelong glance.

That single look was enough to make her shrink back in her seat.

He was strikingly handsome, but his gaze was predatory and fierce, carrying a piercing intensity that felt like it could strip away all her secrets.

"I haven't won her over yet."