Never Mistake a Queen for a Lapdog novel Chapter 1140

As for the fake escort, he was swiftly dragged out by Jude.

Gia was practically sitting on pins and needles.

She was terrified the man would sell her out.

She wanted to discuss damage control with Crystal, but Crystal had already bolted out the door, chasing after Dylan.

The moment Seth and Noreen left, Dylan lost all interest in the party. He gave a quick goodbye to Jennifer and walked out.

Seeing him leave, Crystal chased him into the night.

She caught up to him right outside the entrance of The Half-Light Club.

It was pouring rain, the air biting and freezing.

Crystal called out to him, "Dylan! It's raining, can you give me a ride home?"

Dylan paused by his car door. The look he gave her was as freezing as the torrential downpour.

"Did you have anything to do with what happened tonight?"

Crystal's face dropped.

He was interrogating her for Noreen!

She maintained a stiff, trembling smile, trying to play dumb. "What are you talking about? I just came to celebrate your birthday. I don't know what you mean..."

"Crystal."

He cut her off, using her full name.

There wasn't a shred of pity in his eyes, only bottomless disappointment. "Do you really think I'm that blind?"

The blood drained entirely from Crystal's face.

She tried desperately to keep her composure, but tears spilled over her lashes uncontrollably.

"Fine, I admit it!"

Her voice cracked into a hysterical scream, the delicate facade shattering to reveal the viciousness underneath. "I just hate her! I wanted to see her publicly humiliated!"

The freezing rain plastered her hair to her face, ruining her makeup. Under the dim streetlights, her expression looked completely deranged.

Dylan stared at her quietly, as if looking at a total stranger.

"But I only did it because I love you!"

"Enough." Dylan's voice was a low, heavy rumble. "Save your breath. What we had is over. It's time you accept reality."

But Healy didn't speak a single word the entire ride.

The pressure inside the car was terrifyingly oppressive.

Gia gripped her purse, her knuckles white, her heart pounding with sheer terror.

The car pulled up to the Naylor family estate.

Just as Gia was about to get out, Healy ordered the driver to step out first.

Once they were completely alone, he finally spoke. His voice was terrifyingly flat, entirely devoid of emotion.

"Did you have anything to do with tonight?"

Gia's chest seized, feeling as though an invisible hand was crushing her heart.

Healy already knew the answer.

His tone was deathly quiet. "You better pray you weren't involved. Otherwise."

"Pack your bags and go back to your family."

He opened the door and stepped out into the rain, leaving Gia alone in the backseat, a freezing dread paralyzing her spine.