She Left She Thrived She’s Worth Billions novel Chapter 812

Leila deliberately placed a heavy emphasis on the phrase "high-end."

"Did you honestly think a childish 'buy now or the price goes up' gimmick would actually fool all these seasoned professionals? Everyone here knows your Arctic Burdock Root is basically worthless now. Raising the price? What a joke!"

With her arms crossed tightly over her chest, Leila shot Melanie a disdainful side-eye.

There was no way in hell anyone in this room was going to fall for Melanie's desperate trap.

Facing Leila's arrogant, venomous attack, Melanie simply smiled, completely unfazed.

"Miss Langley, since you openly admit you're the only amateur in a room full of medical professionals, what makes you think any of these experts give a damn about you yapping away?"

"You!"

Leila's face flushed crimson with rage.

"I want to see if even a single company dares to sign a contract for your roots today! If even one does, I'll legally change my last name to yours!"

Just as the words left her mouth, a man came sprinting into the expo hall like a hurricane.

He was panting heavily, absolutely drenched in sweat.

But trying to save face, he hastily smoothed down his designer suit, adjusted his tie, and forced himself into the composed posture of an elite corporate executive.

"Hey, look over there, who is that?"

"Isn't that... Vice President Whitmore from Stellaris PharmaTech?"

"It is VP Whitmore!"

"Oh my god, it really is him!"

"What is he doing here? Is he actually here to source ingredients?"

"That would be incredible... but wouldn't a giant like Stellaris already have established supply chains for their biotech projects?"

"Exactly! Even if they were interested in this expo, someone of his status wouldn't show up in person, right?"

"Yeah, seriously. The Vice President doesn't run errands."

Overhearing the whispered speculations surrounding him, Gabriel desperately wanted to scream back:

*I DO run errands!*

Gabriel instinctively shot a glance toward the Royce Group's booth.

Specifically, at Preston.

He flashed a wide, awkward grin, heavily laced with sheer panic and apology.

By leaking this directly to the media on the floor, the press would treat it as a massive exclusive scoop, supercharging the free publicity.

Except...

Melanie subtly shifted her gaze to Preston.

This move had to have been orchestrated by Preston.

But how was he so absolutely certain that the Royce Group could deliver the required volume and quality of Arctic Burdock Root, allowing him to pull such a massive PR stunt?

"Is it really just because he saw me make that bet with Leila?" Melanie murmured to herself.

"Does he really trust me that much?"

Or did he just have so much money he didn't care if he lost it all?

Melanie smiled and shrugged it off.

By now, Gabriel had already picked up a sample of the Arctic Burdock Root from the display table.

"Wow... you can tell just by looking at it that this is premium quality."

"Vice President Whitmore, that Arctic Burdock Root was grown using their old fertilizer. Now that their supply has been completely cut off, they can't grow anything close to this quality anymore," Leila hurriedly chimed in from the side, eager to twist the knife.