Never Mistake a Queen for a Lapdog novel Chapter 1105

Noreen wasn't about to spare his feelings. She had an ironclad sense of loyalty and a ruthless memory for betrayal.

Yates's face turned rigid. "Ms. Gilmore, that's not exactly fair..."

Noreen let out a sharp laugh. "A joint venture? Let me guess—your new partners realized you bring nothing to the table and cut you out, right? Did you seriously think anyone could just steal my project?"

Yates turned red, then pale, his mouth opening and closing soundlessly.

Noreen hit the intercom. "Sophia, send an order to security. No unauthorized personnel are allowed on Winrich premises. If anyone tries to force their way in again, call the police."

Sophia appeared instantly with two burly security guards in tow.

Yates was literally dragged out of the building in front of the entire Winrich staff. It was an absolute, humiliating destruction of his reputation.

Thrown out onto the pavement, Yates stormed toward the underground parking garage, cursing violently.

The lighting in the garage was dim. Leaning against a concrete pillar, perfectly concealed in the shadows, Seth Harcourt listened to the tirade with chilling calm.

Just a few feet away, Yates was practically foaming at the mouth. "That bitch played me! I spent millions poaching those engineers and building connections, and the investors won't even meet with me now! Everyone in the industry knows I stabbed Winrich in the back. No one will work with me!"

He paused, his breathing ragged, consumed by toxic rage.

"I'm not letting this go! I'm going to ruin her. I'll destroy her reputation and make her feel what it's like to be backed into a dead end. We'll see how arrogant she is then!"

His driver pulled up, and Yates scrambled into the car, still spewing insults.

Once the taillights faded into the dark, a low, dangerous laugh echoed in the silent garage.

Seth slowly straightened up, the harsh glow of his phone screen illuminating his predatory gaze. There was no hot anger in his eyes—only a cold, psychopathic calm.

Seth didn't say a word. He just gave the container a slow, dismissive glance before looking away, as if he were checking the weather.

When the two men walked into the office, Noreen was just finishing up a stack of documents. She set her pen down and greeted Healy first.

"Sorry to keep you waiting."

Healy took a seat, the thermos resting on his knees. He smiled warmly. "I'm the one interrupting. My mother made this for you and made me promise to deliver it personally."

Noreen smiled and accepted it. "Please thank Mrs. Naylor for me."

"Of course."

Healy had planned to stay and chat, but the atmosphere was suffocating. Every time he opened his mouth, he could feel Seth's dark, heavy gaze locking onto him.