She Left She Thrived She’s Worth Billions novel Chapter 671

Preston cast a fleeting glance at her, his eyes churning with heavily suppressed emotion.

"We'll talk when we get home."

Melanie blinked.

"Home?"

She suddenly realized he wasn't driving her back to the Royce Group headquarters. They were heading straight for Rosevale Heights.

"Fine, home it is."

She was genuinely rattled by the close call. The fear had been real.

There was no need to march back into the office and pretend she was fine.

She didn't love capitalism that much anyway.

She shrugged, a genuine sense of relief settling over her.

They had barely exchanged a few words, yet the lingering dread in her chest was already evaporating.

Was this the magic of love?

She couldn't help but laugh softly.

As soon as they stepped inside the penthouse at Rosevale Heights, Melanie threw her arms around Preston. Reaching up, she hooked a finger into the knot of his tie and pulled him close.

Instantly, the tension in the room morphed into something thick and incredibly seductive. The air felt heavy with desire.

Preston knew exactly what she was doing.

She was trying to distract herself, to aggressively shift the mood.

"Wait a second, okay?"

Melanie pouted at the gentle rejection.

"What? You don't want to?"

Preston held her tight, his gaze completely devoted.

"I want to. But first, I need to know exactly what happened."

He couldn't protect her if he didn't know what they were up against.

He had injected Sevoflurane directly into the ice cubes. It masked the initial smell, and as the ice melted, the chemical slowly bled into the alcohol.

Melanie was endlessly thankful for her hyper-sensitive palate when it came to bio-chemicals.

Because she was already on guard, she had only taken the tiniest sip when Shawn handed her the glass.

But that was all it took to detect the bizarre, synthetic sweetness and the chemical chill that had no business being in aged whiskey.

It was the undeniable scent of a laboratory.

The coolness wasn't a natural mint.

The moment the liquid hit her tongue, the word 'Sevoflurane' had blared in her mind like a siren.

She had casually dabbed her mouth with a tissue.

Expertly spitting the tainted alcohol out before swallowing a drop.

Sevoflurane was a potent inhalation anesthetic. It was meant to knock people out.

If she had been oblivious and downed the drink, she would have been unconscious in minutes, completely at Shawn's mercy.