She Left She Thrived She’s Worth Billions novel Chapter 575

Aria Royce had already dressed extravagantly for the evening banquet. Red was an attention-grabbing color, and with the exaggeratedly long train and extensive gold embroidery, her gown eclipsed every other female guest in attendance.

Dominic Hale had assumed no one could possibly outshine her. Even though Melanie Royce was undeniably beautiful, clothes made the woman. When it came to a high-profile, eye-catching presence, he thought Melanie could never compete with Aria tonight.

However, he was wrong.

Breaking from her usual understated style, Melanie arrived in the Imperial Gown. The brilliant yellow was a color of royalty, and it was encrusted with iridescent gemstones that traced the shape of a soaring dragon. Anyone unaware of the context might have thought she was wearing an ancient monarch's robe. It radiated an opulent, breathtaking luxury while maintaining a brilliant, modern design edge. It was a seamless blend of regal majesty and contemporary high fashion.

Crucially, Melanie had a stunning figure and an elite elegance that brought out the gown's absolute highest potential.

She stood before Aria with an effortless grace. In a split second, Aria's try-hard ensemble looked like a cheap dress bought for a generic wedding reception.

Aria gaped at her, momentarily speechless.

What was going on with Melanie?

The Royce Group was on the verge of bankruptcy. Where did Melanie find the money for such an outrageously expensive gown? Even if it was rented, a masterpiece like that was not easily accessible to just anyone.

Besides, Melanie should have been drowning in the chaotic aftermath of her company's downfall. Half the industry believed the Royce Group would never recover. Under those circumstances, how did Melanie have the audacity to make such a grand entrance?

Yet, Dominic had to admit one thing. Melanie looked absolutely gorgeous. It was a radiant, aggressive kind of beauty that demanded complete attention.

Despite the whispers and pointing from the crowd, Melanie was in no rush to defend herself. She casually lifted a glass of champagne and took a delicate sip. Her relaxed, unfazed demeanor did not look like a woman putting on a brave front.

Standing in the background, Gregory Hale's expression shifted slightly. A dark, inexplicable sense of dread began to pool in the pit of his stomach.

Up until now, everything had gone exactly according to plan. In fact, it had gone much smoother than he ever anticipated. This was especially true regarding the crucial Genesis Serum formula and the rapid development of the VitalBreath Fortis.

Yes, they had made ample preparations beforehand. But synthesizing the serum and the new drug had felt completely effortless.