She Left She Thrived She’s Worth Billions novel Chapter 545

After leaving the Kensington Grand, Preston headed back to the Whitmore estate.

Marjorie had summoned him.

It was still far too early to pick Melanie up from work anyway.

Preston knew perfectly well that his parents weren't thrilled with his ruthless display during the dinner with the Bennetts.

But he felt absolutely zero remorse.

When he arrived, he was surprised to find Marjorie hadn't called him into the study or the formal living room for an interrogation.

Instead, she had instructed him to grab a new pair of pruning shears and meet her in the courtyard garden.

The estate boasted a beautiful, secluded garden that served as Marjorie's personal sanctuary.

Preston knew his mother had a background in pharmacology. While she was never a top-tier genius, her passion for the field was unmatched.

In her younger years, she had worked for major pharmaceutical conglomerates. Now that she was older, her interests had shifted to cultivating medicinal herbs.

While other wealthy wives grew exotic flowers or organic vegetables, Marjorie turned her garden into a medicinal nursery.

She wasn't particularly gifted at keeping the delicate plants alive, but she loved every second of it.

"Mom, here are the shears."

Preston approached her and handed over the pruning tools.

Marjorie wore a soft smile, her mood surprisingly light compared to what Preston had anticipated.

"Preston," she began casually, clipping away at a stem. "You practically declared war on the Bennett family today... As for this Ms. Royce, I must admit she seems like a lovely girl. Graceful, well-mannered, and breathtakingly beautiful. But considering how deeply devoted you are to her, I have to assume she possesses some extraordinary qualities we're not aware of?"

She asked the question like idle gossip while tending to her plants.

Preston remained completely silent.

Yet, a flood of memories raced through his mind like a cinematic reel.

To the rest of the world, people worshipped him, feared him, fawned over him, and obeyed his every command for one simple reason:

He was Preston Whitmore.

He possessed flawless looks.

It was a love that felt almost sacred, something he couldn't quite put into words.

Marjorie let out a soft, helpless sigh.

In the ruthless world of billionaires, tying your heart so irrevocably to a romantic partner was a dangerous game.

That was exactly why calculated marriages of convenience were the standard.

For titans of industry, profit always eclipsed passion.

That ruthless prioritization was the only reason dynasties like theirs survived.

"Preston... when you both have some free time, why don't you bring Melanie over for dinner?"

Startled out of his thoughts, Preston stared at his mother in sheer shock.

He knew Marjorie had a good impression of Melanie, and his grandmother absolutely adored her.

Even if Melanie wasn't the most strategic corporate match, neither Marjorie nor Frederick had any desire to force Preston into a marriage he despised.