She Left She Thrived She’s Worth Billions novel Chapter 909

Peering through the peephole, the man standing in the hallway was none other than Preston.

Melanie took a soft breath, entirely unsurprised by his sudden appearance.

Since he had managed to send her a dress while she was out shopping with Daphne, it was highly likely her every move was being monitored by him.

Back when she hadn't known his true identity, she never realized how terrifyingly resourceful Preston was.

But now, as the absolute ruler of Stellaris PharmaTech, tracking her whereabouts and activities was child's play for him.

Naturally, that meant he could time his arrival perfectly to corner her right as she got home.

Melanie pulled the door open but made no move to let him in.

"If you're here for a work report, it can wait until tomorrow."

She kept her tone strictly professional, though an undeniable smirk played on her lips.

Preston recognized the blatant block, but instead of getting annoyed, he casually shifted gears to a distinctly non-work-related topic.

"Do you like the dress?"

Melanie blinked, then challenged him with a defiant tilt of her chin.

"What if I said no?"

"Then I'll just have to take you back and buy you one you do like."

Preston's deadpan response forced a laugh out of her.

In truth, the dress the associate had handed her was exactly her style—minimalist and elegant.

Even without trying it on, she knew perfectly well how sophisticated and flattering it would look on her.

She had to admit, Preston knew her preferences flawlessly, and his taste aligned perfectly with hers.

"Why the sudden gift? I have enough dresses. Today was strictly about Daphne."

"Hmm..."

Seeing him offer nothing more than a hum, Melanie frowned.

"Is that it? A dismissive grunt?"

He knew he would see her the second he returned to Averin, stepping right back into his role by her side.

Still, the anticipation was unbearable, and he found himself murmuring aloud.

"I wonder where Melanie is right now. What is she doing?"

Philip had overheard the rhetorical question, mistaking it for a direct order, and promptly tracked down her location.

"Mr. Whitmore, Ms. Royce is currently at the Altieri Galleria, treating her best friend Daphne to some new clothes."

Preston hadn't actually intended to spy on her.

But since Philip had already pulled the intel, he ran with it, demanding a full report.

Naturally, he learned that she was spoiling Daphne with an absurd amount of clothing, completely neglecting herself.

While Preston couldn't fathom her motives, the fact remained: if Melanie wasn't going to buy anything for herself, he was more than happy to step in.

He ordered Philip to send him photos of the boutique's entire inventory, meticulously selecting the perfect dress for her.

And so, Preston gave Melanie an abridged version of events.