She Left She Thrived She’s Worth Billions novel Chapter 915

"Of course not," Preston murmured, slowly shaking his head.

"I just hate watching you play the bad guy for everyone else's sake."

His voice was a dark, magnetic hum, wrapping around the words like a physical caress that sent a shiver straight down her spine.

The sheer intensity of his gaze was suffocating. Melanie looked away, suddenly finding the room entirely too warm.

"I'm not playing the bad guy. I'm just doing what needs to be done."

She was giving Daphne a clear shot at him and simultaneously forcing Everett to move on.

"Anyway, enough about them," she continued, fanning herself lightly with her hand.

"Tell me about your little business trip. Did you dig up anything useful?"

The night market on West Lake Street in Averin was legendary, especially during the sweltering peak of summer.

Right now, it was a chaotic, neon-lit labyrinth of sizzling grills, shouting vendors, and shoulder-to-shoulder crowds.

Everett stood at the entrance, staring at the chaos with wide, unblinking eyes.

"What do you think? Way better than that stuffy restaurant, right? No need to act fancy here—just eat!"

Daphne cheered next to him, making Everett let out a helpless laugh.

So this was the amazing place she wanted to take him to.

Everett felt a wave of relief wash over him.

He could definitely let his guard down here, but...

He glanced down at his clothes.

He was no longer wearing his immaculate white suit.

After leaving the brasserie, Daphne had insisted they swing by the Eclipse Noir Club.

She had immediately stripped off the elegant, muted gray set and slipped back into her beloved uniform of a vintage tee and distressed jeans.

"That suit looks way too expensive to ruin with grease. Take it off. Where we're going, you don't need to look like you're attending a board meeting."

With no other options, Everett had reluctantly agreed to change.

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