She Left She Thrived She’s Worth Billions novel Chapter 965

Melanie stared in absolute shock at the sight of her friends.

Beside her, Preston's brows pulled together in a tight frown.

Forget about building romantic tension—Everett looked like he was about to spontaneously combust from sheer rage. His face was thunderous, and two angry, bleeding scratch marks ran down his forehead.

And Daphne was a complete disaster. Her gorgeous, delicate designer gown was shredded. The hem looked like it had been trampled by a stampeding herd of cattle, completely mangled and ripped.

Melanie hurried over, her voice laced with deep concern.

"Did one of the actors... did someone actually attack you in there?"

It didn't make any sense. Scare actors were trained to intimidate, but they would never dare physically assault a guest, tear their clothes, and claw their face.

At the question, Daphne hung her head low, shaking it miserably after a long pause.

Melanie quickly ushered the group to a quiet café nearby. Over soothing drinks, they finally managed to extract the horrifying truth.

Everett barely spoke, his jaw clenched tight as he radiated silent fury.

It was Daphne who anxiously babbled through the entire story.

After listening to the chaotic play-by-play, Melanie and Preston finally understood the absolute disaster that had unfolded in the dark.

And they instantly understood why Everett looked like he was ready to commit murder.

Because Daphne and Everett had shown maximum terror, they inadvertently became absolute magnets for every single scare actor in the building. The staff had zeroed in on them like sharks smelling blood.

Daphne had been chased relentlessly through the early zones.

By the next zone, she was sprinting blindly in sheer panic. Her heavy, restrictive gown tangled around her legs, sending her flying forward—straight into Everett, tackling him hard onto the concrete floor.

After that, Daphne's memory of the ordeal was a terrified blur.

She only vaguely recalled frantically stomping on her own thousand-dollar dress to free herself.

Later, she thought she was holding Everett's hand in the dark, only to turn and find herself clinging to a chainsaw-wielding cannibal.

In her utter delirium of fear, she had wildly lashed out in the dark, accidently raking her manicured nails straight across Everett's face.

Ultimately, a simple haunted house had devolved into thousands of dollars in property damage and actual bloodshed.

A heavy, awkward silence descended over the café table.

For the first time in a long time, Melanie was completely speechless.

Then, she felt Preston lean in, whispering quietly against her ear.

"My apologies."

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