She Left She Thrived She’s Worth Billions novel Chapter 811

The massive crowd at the trade expo all turned their collective gaze directly toward Melanie.

Melanie borrowed a megaphone from one of the event staff, raised it, and addressed the entire floor.

"Today, anyone who signs a procurement contract for the Royce Group's Arctic Burdock Root will receive an immediate twenty percent discount. This offer is strictly limited to contracts signed today, requiring a thirty percent upfront deposit... Starting tomorrow, the price of our Arctic Burdock Root will increase universally by fifteen percent above the original market rate."

Her voice echoed with unwavering authority, clean and decisive.

The entire floor was dead silent.

What the hell was Melanie doing?

First, she locked into an insane hundred-million-dollar bet with Leila, and now she was drastically dropping and then raising her prices?

Everyone exchanged bewildered glances, completely unable to process the logic behind her move.

Everett was lost in a fog of absolute confusion.

He realized he couldn't understand Melanie anymore.

In his mind, she had always been a smart, confident heiress, but she was never reckless.

Today, however, every single move she made felt like pure, unfiltered lunacy.

"This is your fault. You've poisoned her judgment."

Everett glared furiously at Preston, leveling the accusation right at his chest.

"Melanie would never act this recklessly before."

"Reckless?"

Preston's deep, magnetic voice reverberated with heavy disdain, tearing right through Everett's accusation.

"You don't think this is bravery? You don't see the sheer brilliance of it?"

Preston shifted his gaze, his eyes landing softly on Melanie's figure.

"Have you forgotten who dragged you back into the country while dodging the crosshairs of the cartels in The Marlowe District?"

"Who helped you exact your revenge and put Evelyn Hale behind bars?"

"And who single-handedly exposed Gregory Hale's conspiracy, restoring the truth and clearing your father's name?"

Under Preston's rapid-fire interrogation, Everett's heart began to hammer violently against his ribs, a cold sweat breaking out across his forehead.

"Everything you have right now... isn't it entirely because of Melanie's bravery and brilliance?"

"I..."

"Yet you refuse to trust her, you refuse to stand by her, and instead, you label her reckless."

Everett's mouth hung open, utterly incapable of forming a response.

Was it truly just because his family went bankrupt?

No...

Everett shook his head.

Melanie wasn't a shallow, gold-digging woman.

So then...

What was the real reason?

For the very first time, Everett felt an intense, burning curiosity about the relationship between Melanie and Preston.

Suddenly, the sharp sound of slow-clapping echoed through the space.

It was Leila.

Sporting a condescending, arrogant smirk, Leila laughed out loud.

"I had no idea Ms. Royce was such a desperate attention-seeker! First a hundred-million-dollar bet, and now this discount-markup circus. What do you think this is? A cheap celebrity PR stunt?"

Leila deliberately aimed to humiliate Melanie in front of the entire industry.

"Where do you think you are? This is a premier Botanical & Pharmaceutical Trade Expo. Everyone standing here is a seasoned medical industry professional... Oh, except for me, of course. I'm a high-end luxury jewelry designer."