She Left She Thrived She’s Worth Billions novel Chapter 79

His steps slowed. As Dominic saw Melanie, he also noticed the man sitting beside her.

The man wore a suit that was clearly high-end, even if you didn't know the brand, just from the fabric and cut. White gloves, possibly silk, shimmered elegantly.

Just sitting there silently, he radiated an oppressive aura, like an iceberg giving off a chill that was bone-deep.

Dominic frowned.

So this was the kind of host Daphne's club offered. Not only handsome enough to be a celebrity, but with the aura of a domineering CEO? They really knew how to fulfill their clients' fantasies.

Filled with hostility, Dominic walked up to Melanie's table.

"Melanie, I'm here to take you home."

Melanie subconsciously stood up, but her hand was suddenly seized by someone.

Melanie was startled, and so was Dominic.

The silk felt smooth and cool to the touch.

Melanie never expected Preston to suddenly grab her hand, especially in front of everyone.

She didn't pull her hand away.

And Preston didn't let go.

Dominic's already sour expression instantly turned stormy.

"Hey, you're just a host here. Melanie is my wife, so show some respect."

As Melanie was about to correct Dominic's misunderstanding of Preston's identity, Preston's deep, magnetic voice cut in.

"Ms. Royce promised to buy me a drink, and it hasn’t been opened yet! ... Ace of Spades. Ten bottles."

Melanie was utterly confused. Was Preston so stressed from work that he was decompressing by role-playing on the side?

Dominic knew that hosts made their commission from selling expensive drinks, so he asked casually, "What bottle did she order?"

"Ace of Spades. Ten sets."

Preston's overly smooth response stunned Melanie.

Had he ordered bottles for hosts often?

Daphne, standing nearby, was also dumbfounded.

She'd had customers order Ace of Spades before, but never in her club's history had anyone ordered ten sets at once.

He felt like he'd been set up!

In the end, under Preston's forceful pressure, Dominic paid the three million dollars for the drinks just to get Melanie out of there.

Melanie didn't feel bad about Dominic's money.

In fact, the more he spent, the better.

She was just surprised that Preston, who had no grievance against Dominic, also seemed to enjoy making him spend money.

It couldn't be that Preston actually wanted to earn a commission at Daphne's club, could it?

After Dominic took Melanie away, Preston was left alone at the booth.

Daphne didn't dare approach him to make small talk.

As someone who'd navigated the underworld, she'd seen her share of powerful figures from both sides of the law.

But someone with an aura like Preston's was a rarity.

Was this Mr. Whitmore really, as Melanie claimed, just a clerk who got his office job at Luminaria Aesthetic Institute through family connections?