<b>Chapter </b>151


    “Let’s just order takeout. Eating out at restaurants is pretty expensive,” Noreen suggested.


    Carman was insistent. “It’s not expensive. We should go to a proper restaurant.”


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    “Whatever you want,” Noreen replied, assuming it was just a simple meal and thinking nothing more of it.


    Besides, she had other important things to take care of right now.


    Carman, for her part, was busy getting materials ready for the main presentation.


    Noreen wandered off to find Harry, one of the event staff she’d just been working with. As they chatted, she pitched in to help him with some tasks.


    “You all worked hard today,” Noreen said as she handed out bottles of water she’d bought for the staff.


    “Thank you, Miss Gilmore,” Harry replied.


    The others echoed his thanks as they took the drinks.


    “No need to thank me. You’ve been at it all day–take a break! I’ll help move these disy boards for you.”


    “These are actually pretty heavy, Miss Gilmore. You don’t have to–let us handle them,” one of the staff protested.


    “They’re not heavy at all! I’ve got this. You guys rx and have your water first.”


    Noreen was always efficient and hands–on. Without another word, she scooped up a massive stack of disy boards–so tall they practically dwarfed her–and carried them towards the exhibition area.


    She was wearing high heels, and the boards were nearly as tall as she was, forcing her to tilt her head as she threaded through the crowd. Her


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    awkward gait drew a few stares, and she kept apologizing whenever she identally bumped into someone.


    Jude was strolling around with Bianca when he spotted Noreen struggling with the disys. He let out a derisive snort. “Born to be a doormat, that one.”


    Bianca barely spared Noreen a nce before looking away. Ever since she’d confirmed that Seth had no feelings for Noreen, she hadn’t given her a second thought–let alone seen her aspetition.


    Jude, still stewing over a recent slight, muttered under his breath, “She’s always been like that–trailing after Seth like a lost puppy. Everyone in Seth’s circle used to say she was the dog he could never get rid of. Nobody respected her, and he never acknowledged her, not once.”


    Realizing he might have gone too far, Jude quickly corrected himself. “Well, to be precise, Seth never acknowledged her, period. He’s only ever had eyes for you.”


    If he weren’t worried about Seth using him of stirring up trouble, Jude would’ve blurted out the whole story of how Seth was willing to be with Bianca, no matter the cost.


    Bianca liked what she was hearing. Beaming, she suddenly spotted someone in the crowd. “Seth’s here.”


    Seth had only stepped away for a moment, but to Bianca, it felt like an eternity. She lit up and walked over to him.


    “Seth,” she called.


    He was in the middle of a conversation but turned at the sound of her voice. “Did you find our booth?”


    “I did. It’s in a great spot,” Bianca replied.


    “Good,” he said.


    “Come, I’ll show you.”


    “Sure.”


    Bianca’s booth had already been set up, with her team diligently finishing the final touches. Compared to the chaos at the other booths, her area looked organized and serene.


    That was thanks to Seth giving her plenty of summit invitations–enough to bring her entire project team along. With so many hands on deck, everything was running like clockwork.


    “Mr. Harcourt, are you satisfied with this location?” one of the event coordinators approached Seth to check in.


    Bianca immediately picked up on the subtext. “Seth, did you arrange this spot for me?”


    Seth hesitated, then smiled. “You caught me.”


    Bianca’s smile only grew. “Thank you, Seth.”


    Jude, standing nearby, rolled his eyes and groaned, “Are you two really going to keep unting your rtionship in public? Would someone please spare a thought for us single folks already?”


    Bianca’s booth was front and center in the exhibition hall, drawing plenty of attention. She and Seth, both strikingly attractive, stood side by side like living advertisements, drawing even more people over to check out their products.


    Bianca wasted no time, introducing the products, handing out flyers, inviting guests to try things out, and encouraging them to leave feedback and suggestions.


    She even gave out small gifts to everyone who tried their products. Though she called them “small,” each one was worth well over a hundred


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