Never Mistake a Queen for a Lapdog novel Chapter 880

What kind of twisted logic was that?

But seeing how excited she was, Noreen couldn't bear to ruin her fun and just went along with it.

However, once inside, Claire was thoroughly disappointed.

"What the hell? None of them look like their videos! Online they all had super long legs, but in person, they're shorter than me! This is total fraud!"

The more she thought about it, the angrier she got. "I'm filing a complaint!"

Noreen laughed at her. "I told you to stop watching so much TikTok. It's all just filters and angles."

"I get scammed every single day, and it's always something new! I'm so exhausted. I'm never believing in love again," Claire groaned, flopping dramatically onto the plush sofa.

"Come on, let's go. I'd rather be at home reading reports." Noreen hauled her to her feet, grabbing their coats and bags.

They had arrived with high hopes and were leaving in total defeat.

This was so boring. Utterly boring.

Claire mentally added the club to her permanent blacklist.

And unfollowed their TikTok immediately.

Stomping out of their private suite, she was still ranting. "Damn it! I am never trusting a man from the internet again! They're all liars!"

The club manager practically bowed as he escorted them out. "We sincerely apologize for failing to meet your standards. We will strive to improve."

As they walked down the corridor, the door to an adjacent private room cracked open, only to slam shut instantly.

The loud *bang* echoed through the hall.

Even Noreen glanced over in surprise.

But the door was already sealed shut, so she didn't see a thing.

Inside the room.

Jude's heart was practically in his throat.

That had scared the absolute life out of him.

He had been trying to step out to make a phone call, but the second he opened the door, he saw Noreen and her terrifying, tiger-like best friend walking right toward him.

His body had acted on pure instinct, leaping back and slamming the door shut.

He just hadn't gauged his own strength, so it had been louder than intended.

He wondered if he had startled them.

Wait... why the hell was he afraid of Noreen?

"Seth, please. Just listen to me. Stop drinking. Can you just stop?"

He had been drinking non-stop for a solid week. If this kept up, he was going to wind up in the hospital—or worse.

The worst part was that he hadn't eaten a single thing the entire time.

He'd wake up, drink, pass out, and repeat.

The second he regained consciousness, he'd reach for another bottle.

It was like he had a death wish!

Seth ignored him completely. Trembling, he forced himself to sit up and blindly reached for a bottle to pour another glass.

The bottle was empty.

Not a single drop came out.

He tossed it aside and slurred at Jude, "Call them. Get more."

"Please stop drinking! Seth!" Jude was on the verge of a breakdown.

"I just want to know," Seth murmured, staring blankly ahead. "I want to know what it feels like to drink until your stomach bleeds."