Mrs. Naylor watched the scene unfold, then glanced at her disappointing son with a heavy sigh and a shake of her head.
Healy didn't dare say a word.
Noreen barely managed to hold it together until the song ended. She quickly withdrew her hand and made a hasty retreat.
Only after putting some distance between them did her racing heart begin to settle.
"Ms. Gilmore, your makeup looks absolutely stunning tonight."
The daughter of a CEO approached Noreen to chat. "Especially your lipstick shade. It's so unique and really brightens your complexion. Could you recommend the brand?"
Noreen's mind went completely blank for a second.
It belatedly dawned on her that after Seth had reapplied her lipstick in the lounge, he had kissed her again.
So the shade she was currently sporting was definitely not just the pure lipstick color.
The heiress's comment drew the attention of several other beauty-conscious women nearby, who quickly joined the conversation.
One of them murmured curiously, "Did Mr. Harcourt put on makeup too? His lip color looks awfully similar to Ms. Gilmore's."
Noreen's heart leaped right into her throat.
She instinctively shot a glance in Seth's direction.
The man was leaning against a railing, talking to someone beside him, his profile sharp and composed.
Under the lights, his lips clearly carried that familiar, matte red tint.
Why hadn't this man bothered to wipe it off with a tissue!
...
Gia Vance waited at the Naylor family estate until past ten o'clock when Mrs. Naylor finally returned.
She had come back alone.
Upon seeing Gia, Mrs. Naylor's expression lacked its usual warmth, appearing noticeably distant.
But she maintained her basic manners as a host.
"Why aren't you asleep yet?"
Gia replied, "I was waiting for Healy. Didn't he come back with you?"
"He said there was an issue at the factory that needed immediate attention, so he went straight there. He won't be back tonight," Mrs. Naylor explained.
Gia couldn't tell if it was the truth or an excuse.
But as Healy's fiancée, being so clueless about his whereabouts made her feel like an utter failure.
It probably wouldn't be long before she was completely ousted from the core management of the group.
With Healy treating her so coldly on top of it, she felt like she was being backed into a corner with no way out.
And all of it was entirely Noreen's fault!
She hated Noreen with every fiber of her being!
The two miserable women ended up drinking heavily.
By the time they stumbled out of The Half-Light Club, it was already past midnight.
Their driver hadn't arrived yet, so they waited by the entrance for a couple of minutes.
In that brief window of time, Lillian Laurent recognized them.
Lillian had originally come down here hoping to get lucky and snag a wealthy man to make some quick cash.
But after waiting all night, she hadn't caught a single one.
Frustrated, she had been squatting on the curb smoking a cigarette when she spotted the two women.
Her eyes lit up. She immediately tossed her cigarette and made a beeline straight for them.
"Hey, ladies. I have a massive scandal on Noreen Gilmore. Want to hear it? Pay up, and the intel is yours."

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