She Left She Thrived She’s Worth Billions novel Chapter 80

Since Melanie was no longer at the Eclipse Noir Club, there was no reason for Preston to stay.

As he walked out the door, he took out his phone and made a call.

"Intercept them for me."

***

The black Maybach sped down the highway, leaving the streetlights far behind.

Melanie knew this route led to Rosecrest Villas—her and Dominic's marital home.

But to her now, it was just Dominic's house.

Not hers.

Along the way, she tried various excuses to get Dominic to give up on taking her home.

This time, however, Dominic was firm.

Melanie could tell that Dominic must have had a fight with Evelyn.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have even thought of her.

And he certainly wouldn't be so insistent on taking her home.

Melanie wasn't worried about Dominic trying anything inappropriate.

They had been married for four years, and he had remained "faithful" to Evelyn the entire time.

She guessed he was dragging her home tonight to use her to provoke Evelyn.

The black Maybach entered the residential complex and parked downstairs.

Evelyn had already been to the window several times to look outside.

After her fight with Dominic today, he hadn't contacted her to make up like he usually did.

It was so late, and he still wasn't home.

Evelyn was feeling insecure but didn't want to be the first to back down.

When she saw the familiar black Maybach appear downstairs, her eyes, which had been dull all day, instantly lit up.

But then, she saw Dominic get out of the car and proactively open the back door.

Melanie stepped out.

"What?"

Evelyn's face changed drastically.

Ever since she and Lila had moved into this house, Melanie had never come back.

Although Dominic had tried to persuade Melanie a few times, it had never led to anything.

Melanie definitely wouldn't be able to stay.

Evelyn smirked as she hit Lila, pleased with her clever plan.

In reality, Melanie had no intention of staying.

And she wouldn't have.

Before Dominic could drag her into the building, his phone rang. It seemed to be an urgent issue at the main company, and he rushed off.

Melanie walked out of the complex on her own and hailed a cab from the side of the road.

A white BMW 5-Series screeched to a halt in front of her.

A car of this class was neither a taxi nor likely to be a rideshare.

The window slowly rolled down, and, as expected, Melanie saw Preston's face.

"Running into you twice in one night, and both times right when I need a car. I'm starting to think you've planted a tracking device on me."

Melanie joked, getting into the passenger seat without any hesitation.

"Thanks for tonight. You were a huge help."

"It was nothing."

Preston's handsome face remained cold, his tone of voice betraying no emotion.