Never Mistake a Queen for a Lapdog novel Chapter 460

William sang her praises without reservation. "Moli is an exceptionally brilliant and capable woman. She is my pride and joy."

This revelation attracted a swarm of other reporters, all eager to interview Bianca. Among them were several familiar faces—reporters planted by Lillian Laurent. It was all part of their plan. From the moment Bianca received William's call, she had known exactly how she would redeem her public image.

Wealthy families typically had two criteria when choosing a daughter-in-law: a comparable family background or exceptional character and talent. She could never meet the first criterion; there were only a handful of families in the country on par with the Harcourts. That left her with the second option.

Yvonne had realized this years ago, which was why she had invested so heavily in Bianca's education, cultivating a persona of a highly educated intellectual. To the elite, a top-tier education and high intelligence were signs of superior genes—ideal for producing the next generation. This was the one area where Bianca felt completely confident.

Noreen was no match for her.

Bianca shot a self-assured glance in Noreen's direction. She seemed to be engrossed in a conversation with Dylan, paying no attention to the commotion. Was she genuinely unbothered, or just pretending? It was probably just an act to maintain some semblance of dignity.

"Moli, over here!" a reporter called out, using the name Bianca had gone by abroad, the one Professor William had just introduced her with.

Bianca turned, a radiant smile on her face as she posed for the camera.

Noreen, who had been chatting with Dylan, looked over at the sound of the name.

*Moli? Is that Bianca's name? What a coincidence. She's named Moli, too.*

But as she was about to walk past him, he reached out and grabbed her arm.

Noreen's expression changed instantly. She tried to yank her arm away, but he held on tight, his grip almost painfully strong.

She looked at him, her eyes cold with contempt. "Having another episode, Mr. Harcourt?"

She was done with this man and his endless back-and-forth. One moment, he was telling the world that the one who isn't loved is the third wheel. The next, he was grabbing her, refusing to let go. Why couldn't he just see a doctor if he was so clearly unstable?

Seth lowered his head slightly, his cold, piercing eyes fixed on her, as if searching for something in her expression. His voice was just as frigid. "Back then," he asked, his tone flat and empty, "did you ever love Dylan?"