She Left She Thrived She’s Worth Billions novel Chapter 983

Preston Whitmore's deep, captivating eyes crinkled in amusement. "I don't actually know the regional manager, you know."

"Huh?" Melanie Royce blinked in surprise. "Then... why did he help us out?"

"Because I know his boss."

"Right..." Melanie's mouth twitched. "Wow, you really love showing off, don't you?"

Preston chuckled softly. "I just wanted to impress you."

Melanie couldn't help but smile. And he certainly had. Whenever Preston was by her side, an undeniable sense of security washed over her.

"Alright, we've got the dress..."

"Now it's time for shoes," Preston finished her sentence smoothly. "And jewelry."

"Do we really need to go this far?" Melanie asked, half-laughing. In her eyes, tonight's banquet wasn't a fashion show. It was a strategic move to get closer to Sebastian York. The price tag on her gown or the sparkle of her jewelry wouldn't change her true objective.

But Preston seemed intent on playing dress-up with her. He picked out designer heels and bought her a breathtaking set of sapphire jewelry.

As night fell and the city lights flickered to life, The Saint-Clair Auditorium stood illuminated, bustling with high society.

Melanie and Preston walked arm-in-arm through the grand entrance, both dressed to the nines.

Melanie was genuinely surprised by the scale of the event. Earlier that day, Sebastian had told her this was a "small, intimate gathering" for Ruben Isle's medical circle. She hadn't expected a massive crowd or strict formal wear.

Yet, The Saint-Clair Auditorium was breathtakingly magnificent, dripping with gold and opulence. Every man and woman flowing into the hall was decked out in haute couture and glittering jewels.

Melanie turned to Preston. "Did you know this banquet was going to be this grand?"

Meeting her gaze, Preston replied smoothly, "No. But I do know that The Saint-Clair Auditorium is the most prestigious venue on Ruben Isle. Even the royal family hosts their galas here."

From the second Melanie walked in, his eyes locked onto her. He stared intently, almost as if he were pulled into her orbit and couldn't break free.

Whether Melanie noticed the intense scrutiny or not, Preston certainly did.

"Could you tone down the murder in your eyes?" Melanie whispered with a wry smile.

"Not when he's staring at you like that."

"Well, you're the one who bought me such a stunning dress!"

Seeing Melanie's radiant smile, Preston reined in his predatory glare.

As they approached Sebastian, they noticed Clarice standing right behind him. The clinical secretary had clearly put effort into her appearance tonight; her black evening gown was elegant and formal.