Never Mistake a Queen for a Lapdog novel Chapter 1039

Rocked by the brutal PR crisis, Winrich's stock price was slashed in half by the end of the day.

The internet remained in an absolute uproar, entirely impossible to suppress.

When the PR manager came to see Noreen, he was a ball of nervous energy, constantly wiping sweat from his forehead.

"Ms. Gilmore, the entire PR department is on high alert. We will resolve this crisis as quickly as possible."

But to his shock, Noreen simply said, "Don't worry about it. Everyone can clock out."

The manager thought he was hearing things, terrified he had misunderstood her.

Noreen made herself perfectly clear. "You heard me correctly. Send everyone home. Otherwise, the internet will just accuse me of exploiting my employees again."

The PR manager nearly fell to his knees in relief.

He couldn't fathom how his boss still had the nerve to joke around at a time like this.

But as a subordinate, it wasn't his place to question her logic. He simply followed orders.

The moment he left, Noreen pressed the intercom. "Assistant Harcourt, please come to my office."

As soon as Seth walked in, Noreen ordered, "Lock the door."

At her words, Seth arched an elegant brow.

With a quiet click, he did as he was told.

Noreen stood up, crossed the room in a few strides, and reached out to pull at his collar.

"Take it off."

Seth froze for a second before an amused, wicked glint danced in his eyes.

He obediently opened his arms, letting her roughly unknot his tie and unbutton his shirt.

"Is Director Gilmore planning to take advantage of her subordinate?" he teased, his voice carrying its usual lazy drawl.

Noreen ignored his flirting. "Turn around."

He obediently turned, exposing his bare back to her.

Noreen stared intently at his skin.

There were indeed red marks.

But the culprit wasn't a chemical attacker—it was her.

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