She Left She Thrived She’s Worth Billions novel Chapter 739

Melanie halted and turned around, facing Elara head-on.

Elara's wide eyes looked ready to shoot literal fire.

"How dare you sell me out! How do you even have the nerve to—"

"Elara..."

Melanie cut her off smoothly, her voice so bone-chillingly cold that Elara involuntarily shivered.

Standing there, Melanie radiated an intimidating, all-knowing clarity that made Elara's blood run cold.

"You vastly overestimated yourself, and you completely underestimated me."

Melanie offered a frigid scoff.

"Did you really think paying some random kid like Lily Miller to hand me a doctored file would keep my hands off you?"

Hearing that, Elara's face immediately betrayed a flash of deep-seated guilt.

"If you want to blame something, blame your flashy ride."

Not every billionaire casually used a Rolls-Royce Phantom for their daily grocery run.

Melanie had an impeccable memory. The very first time she saw the Bennett family's extravagant car, she had memorized the plates.

The fact that she had conveniently received classified documents in Xavorn about her mother's four-year-old accident and research was already absurdly convenient.

It was impossible for Melanie not to suspect foul play.

Later, when Elias Carter had handed over the security footage, she casually noticed a very distinct luxury car pulling out of an alley right when the little girl delivered the envelope.

It was the latest model of the Rolls-Royce Phantom.

The exact same car Elara rode in every day.

She couldn't mistake those plates.

Just as predicted, Elara repeatedly baited her to seek vengeance on Stellaris.

Pushing her to target the corporation rather than Preston himself proved Elara wanted her to irrevocably offend the Whitmore family, severing any chance of a future.

"Elara, you weaponized my mother's death. You maneuvered into an executive role in the Administrative Department at Stellaris. With your background, no regular employee could stop you from doing whatever you wanted—like planting tampered data in Lawrence Halevy's archives."

As Melanie effortlessly unraveled her cheap tricks, Elara's complexion turned a sickening shade of gray.

"The truth is, the files on Lawrence Halevy's computer weren't even highly classified. And the comparison logs you spoon-fed me were way too obvious. Take the adverse reaction data... If they were so desperate to bury a project four years ago, why would they leave perfectly intact records of the deadly side effects? It makes zero sense!"

Melanie threw her hands up in an exasperated shrug.

"So, with just a fraction of common sense, the truth was glaringly obvious..."

She held up a single index finger.

"First, you found out Preston kept his billionaire status a secret, and you knew my mother's project from four years ago was tied to Stellaris. You spent god knows how much time stitching the two together with doctored data to make me believe the Whitmores murdered her, baiting me to nuke the company."