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Never Mistake a Queen for a Lapdog novel Chapter 955

Even with all of Lynch Properties' expansion over the years, they still couldn't hold a candle to the might of Harcourt Group.

That was exactly why Quinn was dragging his feet.

But Riley was completely blinded by a decade of rage. Ignoring his uncle's hesitation, he hoisted the heavy baseball bat high, ready to bring it crashing down on Seth's leg.

He wanted to reduce the man to a pathetic, crawling wretch—just like himself!

Quinn realized what was happening and opened his mouth to stop him.

Suddenly, the heavy door was kicked wide open. A towering figure stormed into the room and launched a brutal kick straight into Riley's ribs.

Riley was sent flying backward, slamming violently into the mirrored wall behind him with a sickening thud and an agonizing wail.

Before anyone could react, the room erupted with a chorus of pained screams.

It was the four massive enforcers pinning Seth down.

Colby tore through them one by one, tossing their battered bodies onto the floor right next to a groaning Riley.

Quinn's knees buckled from pure terror. He staggered backward and collapsed hard onto the carpet.

When Noreen rushed in behind Colby, she nearly tripped over Quinn's sprawling form.

Dodging him, she sprinted straight to Seth, grabbing his arms. Her hands shook with a faint, uncontrollable tremor. "Are you okay? Did they hurt you?"

"I'm perfectly fine. Don't worry," Seth murmured, his voice so impossibly soft and gentle it was hard to believe he was the same man who was just radiating murderous intent moments ago.

Noreen didn't believe him. Her hands frantically mapped over his arms and chest, desperate to check for injuries.

Seeing the absolute panic written all over her face, a deeply satisfied smile actually spread across Seth's lips. "Were you worried about me?"

Noreen had been terrified out of her mind for the entire car ride here. Hearing his teasing tone, a surge of overwhelming frustration and anger washed over her.

She suddenly leaned forward and bit down hard on the side of his neck.

It was the only way she could ground herself, the only way her racing heart could finally believe he was safe in her arms.

Seth let out a sharp gasp, but he didn't pull away. He just let her sink her teeth into him, the smile on his face growing even wider.

He even had the audacity to joke, "If you're still not sure, we can always book a private room upstairs. I'll let you inspect every inch of me as thoroughly as you want."

Furious and embarrassed, Noreen smacked his chest.

Back when she was still working as Seth's secretary, she had attended a banquet with him where they bumped into Quinn.

Quinn had been blind drunk that night, using the alcohol as liquid courage to cause a massive scene.

He had splashed an entire glass of wine all over Seth's suit.

He kept screaming the same threat over and over: "I will make you pay for this!"

While she had been dabbing the stains out of Seth's jacket in the hallway, she had asked him what the man's problem was.

Seth had vaguely mentioned they had some bad history, but he completely refused to elaborate on what had actually happened.

At the time, Lynch Properties was barely a blip on the radar, and since they soon relocated up north, the two sides never crossed paths again.

The current partnership between Lynch and Winrich only happened because Lynch Properties' biggest shareholder had previously collaborated with Noreen on a communications deal.

Since that venture had been so lucrative, the shareholder had personally begged Noreen to help secure funding for Lynch Properties.

That was the only reason their paths had intersected again.

Sitting in the interrogation room, Seth answered the detective truthfully. "I have history with Riley Lynch. I'm the one who broke his leg twelve years ago. You should have it on file. He was one of the thugs who cornered and tried to assault a high school girl outside Rivercrest Academy."

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