She Left She Thrived She’s Worth Billions novel Chapter 831

The Eclipse Noir Club.

Tonight, Daphne's club was absolutely packed.

Because Melanie had booked the entire venue for the Royce Group's victory party.

Daphne had seen the trending news and press releases about the fertilizer war, so she had a rough idea of what had gone down.

She was genuinely in awe of how Melanie had managed to turn a total disaster into a spectacular triumph.

So, when Melanie asked to host the celebration at her club, Daphne agreed without a second thought.

However, it was still just a nightclub.

The space wasn't exactly tiny, but it definitely couldn't accommodate the hundreds of employees under the Royce Group's umbrella.

Let alone the new hires from the newly acquired fertilizer plants.

The official, massive corporate banquet would be held at a grand hotel later.

Tonight's gathering at the Eclipse Noir Club was strictly for the core executives of the parent company and its new subsidiaries, along with...

The key managers from Stellaris PharmaTech working on the diabetes supplement project.

"Ms. Royce, exactly what number glass is this for you today?"

An executive teased, watching in amusement as Preston smoothly intercepted yet another drink from Melanie's hand.

Melanie was equally exasperated, shooting Preston a furious, warning glare.

Since the moment the party started, Preston had been aggressively running interference, blocking every single toast aimed her way.

And people were eager to toast her. Everyone was riding a massive high.

She had just locked in massive orders that guaranteed the sales of their Arctic Burdock Root for the next five years.

The new fertilizer subsidiary had exploded onto the market, saving millions in advertising while becoming the industry's most sought-after product.

With the company thriving, performance bonuses were going to be astronomical. Every person in the room was grinning from ear to ear, eager to raise a hundred glasses in her honor.

And yet...

Melanie hadn't had a single drop.

It wasn't that she was being a buzzkill.

It was that every time she poured a drink, Preston ruthlessly confiscated it.

"You need to back off," Melanie warned, lowering her voice.

Preston completely ignored her.

"Too many people are toasting you. You'll get drunk."

Every time Melanie poured a drink, Preston snatched it away.

It had gotten to the point where people weren't even toasting her anymore.

She was just stubbornly trying to pour herself a drink, and out of sheer defiance, she'd pour another the second he took it.

The more he interfered, the more determined she became.

Everyone watching could tell she was locked in a battle of wills with him.

Melanie had been in a great mood today.

A total victory absolutely warranted a drink, and a few glasses wouldn't get her trashed.

Plus, Preston was right there! Even if she did get tipsy, he could handle it.

But his sheer obstinance had ignited her fiercely competitive streak.

"Who exactly is the boss here? Me or you?"

Melanie demanded, glaring at him.

"You are."

Preston replied without missing a beat.