She Left She Thrived She’s Worth Billions novel Chapter 763

A jolt went through her spine. She instinctively looked at Preston, only to find his intense expression had melted into a teasing, predatory smirk.

"I'm not going to tie you up. What are you so afraid of?"

"W-who says I'm afraid!" Melanie snapped, stubbornly digging her heels in.

Preston Whitmore might play the role of the disciplined, untouchable billionaire heir, but knowing he had locked his sights on her four years ago made her deeply aware of his obsessive streak. It was only a matter of time before a man like him crossed the line.

"Since we've cleared the air, there's no reason for us to stay here."

Melanie hardened her expression and spoke with cold finality.

"You've proven that you approached me out of affection, rather than some ulterior motive. But you still haven't proven that Stellaris had nothing to do with my mother's death."

The moment she brought it up, the light drained from Preston's eyes.

"Yes. You're right."

Eighty percent of the data surrounding the VitalBreath Fortis clinical trials from four years ago had been deliberately wiped out.

Every remaining clue pointed directly at Stellaris PharmaTech.

"My biological parents..." Preston hesitated.

"I can't say I know them perfectly, but I still believe... they are good people."

He left it at that.

Melanie easily read between the lines.

He was saying that while there was no hard evidence clearing Stellaris of her mother's accident, he refused to believe his family orchestrated murder.

Melanie wanted to believe that, too.

Aside from Preston, she had interacted with Gabriel and Mrs. Whitmore.

She wanted to believe the Whitmore family was innocent.

But...

You can know a person's face without knowing their heart.

Her mother's death was a jagged shard of glass permanently lodged in her chest.

If the car crash really was just a tragic accident, why did her mother say those chilling words during their final video call?

“Melanie, if... if one day Mom isn't around anymore, you have to take care of yourself...”

“Eat well... sleep well...”

“Don't worry, Mom is doing just fine over here. Don't stress!”

"Thank you for loving me all this time, just because of a chance encounter four years ago..."

Preston's brows slammed together.

Coming from Melanie, a prelude like that was a terrible omen.

His sudden tension and heartbreak radiated off him, washing over her.

But she had to say it.

"But until I uncover exactly what happened back then, we need to keep our distance... So, I'm leaving."

She turned to walk away, but a massive pair of arms suddenly wrapped around her from behind.

She gasped.

"Preston!" she yelled, though she didn't thrash against him.

The man holding her refused to let go.

His arms felt like steel bars, locking her securely against his chest.

"I just wanted you to wait a second."