She Left She Thrived She’s Worth Billions novel Chapter 942

At that, Melanie lowered her gaze, let her eyes drag over Elara's outfit, and smiled.

"Judging by your wardrobe choices, I suppose that goes without saying."

"You!"

Elara was utterly dumbfounded.

At that moment, Cynthia couldn't help but applaud Melanie.

"I'm genuinely impressed. It's rare to see someone so young with such a profound eye for true craftsmanship."

As she praised Melanie, she extended a hand toward her.

"I am the owner of this boutique, Cynthia Vance. And you are?"

Hearing the name 'Cynthia Vance,' Elara's face drained of all color.

"Cynthia Vance... Wait, could it be... the Vice President of the Global Fashion Design Association, the legendary maestro of vintage couture, Cynthia Vance?"

Elara could hardly believe that such a colossal titan in the global fashion industry would operate a secluded boutique right here in Averin.

No wonder her mother had urged her to come here.

That explained everything...

Elara mechanically parted her lips, frantically trying to think of a way to salvage the situation.

But the damage was already done. The vicious words she had spat could not be taken back.

After Melanie introduced herself, Cynthia smiled gracefully.

"Ah, the CEO of the Royce Group. How truly exceptional. It's no wonder your company is thriving... In stark contrast to the Bennett family..."

Cynthia remarked, her disdainful gaze shifting squarely onto Elara.

Elara bit down hard on her painted lips, her face flashing violently between red and white.

Melanie was actually rather surprised herself.

When she had introduced herself, she had only given her name, completely omitting her professional title.

Yet Cynthia had instantly recognized her as the CEO of the Royce Group.

Melanie had never realized she possessed that kind of widespread notoriety.

And it was blatantly obvious that Cynthia was equally aware of Elara's identity.

As expected of an elite figure in global fashion, her insight was frighteningly sharp.

Mentally praising Cynthia, Melanie was just about to speak when another figure walked into the store.

But if it had been entirely up to her, she would have never let Melanie lay eyes on the man.

How could the man engaged to Elara Bennett be so incredibly repulsive?

Elara assumed Melanie would immediately start mocking her.

But in truth, Melanie had no such intentions.

She was simply a bit curious about the dynamic between the two.

They called themselves an engaged couple, but honestly... didn't Elara seem more like a kept mistress?

It was precisely because of this incredibly lopsided power dynamic that Elara was forced into dressing so absurdly, resulting in her rapidly deteriorating health.

However, Melanie wasn't about to waste an ounce of sympathy on her.

Everything that was happening now was entirely a product of Elara's own choices.

She had made her bed, and now she had to lie in it.

Alistair spotted Preston first, then Melanie.

He walked right over to Elara, wrapping a thick arm around her waist. His hand blatantly roamed back and forth across her lower back and hips.