She Left She Thrived She’s Worth Billions novel Chapter 703

Without another word, Shawn snatched Melanie's hand.

Before she could even register what was happening, he was already dragging her toward the exit.

Everett had tried to grab her arm to stop him.

But his fingers missed her by mere inches.

He could only watch helplessly as she was pulled away.

Inside the hall, the guests craned their necks, practically salivating over the explosive drama.

Leila rolled her eyes and let out a furious, indignant scoff.

Her flawless exhibition had been entirely derailed by Melanie.

Seething with rage, she turned to Dominic, fully expecting him to shower her with comforting praise.

Instead, Dominic was staring blankly at the entrance, his eyes wide and completely unfocused.

His arms hung stiffly at his sides, his fists clenched white against his trousers.

Seeing this, Leila's fury boiled over.

"What the hell are you looking at?! Your ex-wife ran off with another man, and you're still staring?!"

Leila's screeching finally snapped Dominic out of his trance.

A hollow emptiness clawed at his chest, quickly replaced by a suffocating wave of nameless rage.

Dominic had never imagined that while he was clawing his way back to the top, another man would slide right into Melanie's life.

"Baby, Melanie is just my ex-wife. The divorce is finalized, and we've been over for a long time."

As he offered the hasty excuse, he wrapped an arm securely around Leila's shoulders.

His gaze inadvertently collided with Everett's, and both men's eyes turned instantly hostile.

Everett sneered and looked away.

Dominic maintained his grip on Leila as they walked off.

He wasn't the man he used to be.

So what if Everett had Nathaniel backing him?

He had the entire Lockridge Group standing behind him now.

A dark, sinister smirk curled the corner of Dominic's mouth.

That million dollars...

Was money well spent.

Outside the exhibition hall.

Melanie completely ignored him.

"It's a tragic waste for a woman as stunning as you to only have one man. I wouldn't mind being the other man."

Hearing that, Melanie let out a sharp, incredulous laugh.

"My standards for 'the other man' are exceptionally high. And you..."

She let her eyes drag over him dismissively from head to toe.

"Fail to meet the benchmark."

Dropping that devastating rejection, she walked toward her car without a single backward glance.

Watching the distance between them grow, the effortlessly confident smirk slowly melted off Shawn's face, his gaze turning increasingly predatory and dark.

Suddenly, he lunged forward, sprinting straight toward her.

Melanie spun around on instinct, only to see Shawn charging at her with terrifying speed, looking as though he intended to throw her over his shoulder by force.

But before Shawn could lay a finger on her, a towering figure materialized out of nowhere, planting himself firmly in front of Melanie.

Shawn slammed on the brakes, arching an eyebrow.

"My Angel certainly has a lot of white knights! And who might this handsome guy be?"

Hearing this, Melanie stepped out slightly from behind Philip's broad shoulders and replied: