Peering through the peephole, the man standing in the hallway was none other than Preston.
Melanie took a soft breath, entirely unsurprised by his sudden appearance.
Since he had managed to send her a dress while she was out shopping with Daphne, it was highly likely her every move was being monitored by him.
Back when she hadn't known his true identity, she never realized how terrifyingly resourceful Preston was.
But now, as the absolute ruler of Stellaris PharmaTech, tracking her whereabouts and activities was child's play for him.
Naturally, that meant he could time his arrival perfectly to corner her right as she got home.
Melanie pulled the door open but made no move to let him in.
"If you're here for a work report, it can wait until tomorrow."
She kept her tone strictly professional, though an undeniable smirk played on her lips.
Preston recognized the blatant block, but instead of getting annoyed, he casually shifted gears to a distinctly non-work-related topic.
"Do you like the dress?"
Melanie blinked, then challenged him with a defiant tilt of her chin.
"What if I said no?"
"Then I'll just have to take you back and buy you one you do like."
Preston's deadpan response forced a laugh out of her.
In truth, the dress the associate had handed her was exactly her style—minimalist and elegant.
Even without trying it on, she knew perfectly well how sophisticated and flattering it would look on her.
She had to admit, Preston knew her preferences flawlessly, and his taste aligned perfectly with hers.
"Why the sudden gift? I have enough dresses. Today was strictly about Daphne."
"Hmm..."
Seeing him offer nothing more than a hum, Melanie frowned.
"Is that it? A dismissive grunt?"

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