She Left She Thrived She’s Worth Billions novel Chapter 916

Everett had heard rumors about this particular night market, but he'd never actually set foot in it.

At first, his expectations were rock bottom.

He was just hungry and wanted calories, plain and simple.

But Daphne navigated the chaotic maze like a seasoned pro.

She knew exactly which stalls were the best.

Everett simply followed her lead, trying every single dish she thrust into his hands.

And every single bite was an absolute revelation.

As the night wore on, he found himself getting lost in the sensory overload of the market. The crushing sting of Melanie's betrayal—the bitter realization that she was actively trying to set him up with Daphne—slowly began to recede into the background.

"Here, try the deep-fried pork bites!"

"Oh man, the grilled tofu skin from that guy is life-changing."

"We definitely need a fruit bowl to wash that down!"

"Actually, the grilled corn on the left is better—no sauce, just salt."

"Come on, try the squid! Extra onions!"

"Good, right? I told you the lamb skewers here were top-tier."

"Keep up, we still have to get oysters."

"We are conquering this entire street tonight!"

Daphne was in her element, practically buzzing with energy. She spun around and slammed straight into a mountain of a man.

"Watch where the hell you're going, you blind bitch!"

The guy barked, built like a tank.

Daphne swallowed her pride. She had bumped into him, after all.

"I'm so sorry, it was a complete accident," she offered politely.

"Sorry doesn't cut it!" the man snarled.

"Then what exactly do you want?"

Before Daphne could react, Everett stepped smoothly between them, pushing Daphne behind his back.

"I know you can hold your own. But you're still a woman. Biology is biology—a guy is always going to have a physical edge in raw strength, just like a guy can't punch out a tiger. There's no shame in letting someone step in. No one's going to look down on you because you can't out-muscle a guy twice your size."

His smile was soft, genuine, and completely disarming.

Daphne's face ignited. Her heart started slamming against her ribs so hard she thought it might bruise.

"You... do you just talk this much when you're full?"

She instantly slapped a hand over her own mouth.

What the hell was wrong with her? That wasn't what she wanted to say at all.

Everett didn't seem to mind her flustered outburst. He just chuckled and kept walking.

Up ahead, the crowd thickened into a nearly impenetrable wall of bodies.

Everett slowed his pace, hesitating.

"Should we keep going? It's really packed up there... and honestly, I'm pretty full..."

Before he could finish, Daphne surged forward, closing the distance between them, and firmly grabbed his hand.