She Left She Thrived She’s Worth Billions novel Chapter 893

Leila's smug grin froze as the security team abruptly surrounded her instead.

"W-Wait a minute, Minister Halevy... No, why are you kicking me out? What did I do wrong? Hey, wait, let go of me... Minister Halevy? Minister Halevy!"

Her frantic shrieks faded into the distance until she was completely gone.

Leila had been unceremoniously tossed out of the venue just like that.

Melanie watched the entire spectacle in stunned silence, her long eyelashes fluttering in disbelief.

Lilian turned back to her, offering another incredibly warm smile.

"I have no idea how someone like her managed to slip in. I promise it won't happen again."

Melanie was speechless.

She honestly didn't know what to say, so she simply offered a polite smile in return.

Nearby, Reginald and Dominic exchanged bewildered glances.

Neither man could comprehend why the Minister was treating Melanie with such deference.

From Melanie's reaction, it was painfully obvious that the two women didn't know each other at all.

Yet Lilian was acting as if they were old, dear friends.

Was it truly just because Lilian liked the necklace?

Dominic's gaze drifted back to Melanie's neckline.

Now that he really looked at it, that necklace was blindingly brilliant, reflecting light from every angle.

Dominic frowned.

Logically speaking, if those were natural stones, the piece would be worth a staggering fortune.

But there was no way it was real.

Because Preston Whitmore could never afford something like that.

But if it was a fake, how could a connoisseur like Lilian not see through it?

Dominic scratched his head, a deep sense of unease settling into his bones.

"Ms. Royce... oh, excuse me, Ms. Royce..."

"Minister Halevy, please, just call me Melanie."

Lilian looked at her, her eyes sparkling with genuine interest.

"Let's go over there and have a proper chat, shall we?"

"I'd love to!"

And just like that, Melanie walked away by Lilian's side, leaving Dominic and Reginald completely in the dust.

Reginald shot Dominic a dark, icy glare, let out a harsh scoff, and stormed off in the opposite direction.

Left standing there entirely alone, Dominic was gripped by a sudden, sinking feeling.

Had he just managed to piss off both Vice Director Thorne and Minister Halevy in a single night?

Lilian's eyes widened in surprise.

"Such a magnificent piece... Your friend must care for you very deeply!"

Hearing Lilian's assumption, Melanie couldn't help but offer a wry smile.

"It was from my ex-boyfriend... I originally wanted to return it to him, but... things happened, and I ended up keeping it."

She didn't elaborate, and Lilian politely refrained from prying, though she let out a highly suggestive hum.

"An ex-boyfriend, you say... Hmmm..."

The mention of her "ex-boyfriend" immediately brought Preston to mind.

Melanie picked up a glass of champagne, staring thoughtfully at the sparkling golden liquid inside the crystal flute.

She wondered how things were going on his end...

The night had deepened, plunging the city into an ink-black darkness.

Eclipse Noir Club was already closed.

But Everett Kingsley was still there.

At this exact moment, he was tossing and turning in Daphne Morrell's bed.

He hadn't touched a drop of alcohol tonight.

The disastrous consequences of his last drunken hookup had left a massive psychological scar, one he still hadn't managed to get over.