She Left She Thrived She’s Worth Billions novel Chapter 46

Preston came over and opened the door shortly after.

"No."

This was the first time Melanie had ever seen Preston in pajamas.

They were solid black, unadorned, and appeared to be made of pure silk.

The buttons were fastened all the way to the collar, revealing none of his collarbone.

It was consistent with Preston’s usual style.

And yet, sometimes, the more reserved the attire, the more inexplicably alluring it was.

Especially with his hair down.

Usually, Preston used pomade to slick his hair back, giving him an impeccable yet cold and distant impression.

Now, however, he seemed to have just showered. His hair, now dry, was soft and fluffy, reminding Melanie of a small animal's fur.

It looked irresistibly soft.

She also noticed that even in his pajamas, Preston still wore those pristine white silk gloves.

"Is something wrong?"

A hint of confusion flickered in Preston's deep, dark eyes, as if he had noticed her scrutinizing gaze.

"It's nothing. I just wanted to thank you for the late-night snack and the hangover remedy."

After Melanie spoke, she saw Preston just staring at her face, his eyes seeming to say: *But you didn't drink. You don't smell of alcohol.*

"You're welcome."

In the end, those were the only two words Preston said.

A man and a woman stood facing each other at a bedroom door, a silent tension between them.

The situation was becoming a little awkward.

"Do you mind if I ask you a question?"

"Go ahead."

"If your enemy needed your help, would you help them or not?"

The moment the words left her mouth, Melanie was surprised at herself.

Why was she asking Preston something like this?

She hadn't even had a drink at the Eclipse Noir Club.

"Never mind. Forget I asked."

Just as Melanie turned to leave, Preston replied with a single, quiet word:

Although his father could borrow money from Nathaniel to compensate Luminaria Aesthetic Institute and prevent the company's finances from collapsing, the damage to their credibility and image was irreversible.

Even if Melanie was willing to help, it was unclear how much influence her personal connection with Mr. Vellor would actually have.

Thinking of Melanie only made Dominic more frustrated.

Melanie hadn't come home tonight, either.

Dominic tilted his head back and drained his wine glass.

If Melanie had just stayed out of company business like before, would any of this have happened?

Evelyn refilled Dominic's glass, a look of bitter jealousy in her eyes.

She wasn't going to let this go.

She would make Melanie pay.

The next day, the first thing Evelyn did upon arriving at the company was to order the corporate finance department to cancel the project funds that had already been approved for the Hale Health Center.

Those funds were the ones Melanie had requested.

"I am Mr. Hale's sister. I'm part of the Hale family, and the Hale family's money is my money. Of course I have the authority to tell you to withdraw the Hale Group's funds."

Evelyn made the call on speakerphone right in the middle of the office.

She wanted everyone in the company to know that her word was law.