Trying to make sure Seth didn’t miss a thing, Jude even stepped aside so Seth could get a clear view of the scene inside.


    And he didn’t waste the chance to mock Noreen, either. “Well, isn’t this something? All this time, acting so holier–than–thou in front of Seth–turns out you’re wilder than any of us behind closed doors! Guess I


    underestimated you!”


    Just then, Bianca’s voice rang out from the hallway. “Seth, I’m so sorry–1 told Jude the wrong room number. I was worried you’d get lost, so I


    hurried over.”


    What a lively gathering.


    So Seth was supposed to meet Bianca, but thanks to a mix–up, he’d stumbled upon Noreen’s room instead.


    Jude frowned. “Wasn’t it 9208?”


    “No, it’s 8926,” Bianca replied.


    There was a big difference between 9208 and 8926–they weren’t even on


    the same floor.


    Yet Bianca managed to mess that up.


    It made <i>you </i>wonder just how legitimate her so–called PhD in Economics from WT Business School really was.


    “Oh! Secretary Gilmore!” Bjanca eximed, feigning surprise as if she’d only just noticed Noreen.


    Then she seemed to remember that Noreen had resigned from Aurelion Group and quickly corrected herself, “Sorry, I’m used to calling you Secretary Gilmore. I forgot you’re not with thepany anymore.”


    Her gaze swept the room, making it clear she was here for the drama.


    Or maybe, she’d orchestrated the whole thing just for this moment–to catch Noreen in the act and drag Seth in to witness it.


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    Very thoughtful of her.


    “Are we… interrupting you, Miss Gilmore?” Bianca’s tone sounded apologetic, but her expression gave her away.


    Seth still hadn’t said a word. He stood a few paces away from Noreen, eyes deep and dark as ink, his lips pressed into a thin line, every sharp angle of his jaw tense. The chill he radiated was <i>enough </i>to bring the room’s energy to a standstill. Even Jude <i>forgot </i><i>to </i>keep jeering at Noreen. Jennifer, ever observant, sensed things were <i>going </i>south and tried to step in and exin for Noreen.


    But Noreen beat her to it, voice calm and steady, not a trace of emotion betraying her.


    She turned to the guy on her left, who bore a faint resemnce to Seth, and asked coolly, “How much do you charge for an overnight?”


    The man, thinking he was about to get picked, put on his best professional smile. “Three hundred,” he said. “But for ady like you, I can make it a discount.”


    Noreen smirked and smoothly slid her arm free from his, “That’s expensive. You only look like Mr. Harcourt–you’re not the real deal.”


    Her gaze driftedzily toward the doorway, and she met Seth’s eyes, calm and unflinching. After two beats, she spoke, slow and deliberate. <i>“</i><i>Besides</i>, I never pay to sleep with the original. That’s always free.”


    Her words dropped into the room like a stone, plunging everything into dead silence.


    But Noreen, unfazed, simply bid Jennifer goodbye and walked out.


    Jude was always teasing her for being used for free? Well, let him see now who was really getting the better end of that deal.


    After Noreen left, Seth’s eyes narrowed, his entire presence radiating ice. Jude shivered, voice barely above a whisper. “Seth…”


    07:28


    Seth shot him a cold look. “What did you have to go and mess with her for?” With that, he turned and strode out.


    “Seth.” Bianca’s face had lost its color, but she hurried after him. “Mr. Suthend’s been waiting for ages. I told him you’de, and he’s still


    there.”


    She was clearly worried Seth would ditch her meeting with Mr. Suthend.


    Fortunately, Seth, unaffected by the drama, still apanied her to meet


    him.