Chapter summary: Chapter 1105 from the book Never Mistake a Queen for a Lapdog by Serena Kingsley
Discover the most important events of Chapter 1105, a chapter full of surprises in the acclaimed novel Never Mistake a Queen for a Lapdog. With the engaging writing of Serena Kingsley, this Romance masterpiece continues to thrill and captivate with every page.
Noreen wasn't about to spare his feelings. She had an ironclad sense of loyalty and a ruthless memory for betrayal.
Yates's face turned rigid. "Ms. Gilmore, that's not exactly fair..."
Noreen let out a sharp laugh. "A joint venture? Let me guess—your new partners realized you bring nothing to the table and cut you out, right? Did you seriously think anyone could just steal my project?"
Yates turned red, then pale, his mouth opening and closing soundlessly.
Noreen hit the intercom. "Sophia, send an order to security. No unauthorized personnel are allowed on Winrich premises. If anyone tries to force their way in again, call the police."
Sophia appeared instantly with two burly security guards in tow.
Yates was literally dragged out of the building in front of the entire Winrich staff. It was an absolute, humiliating destruction of his reputation.
Thrown out onto the pavement, Yates stormed toward the underground parking garage, cursing violently.
The lighting in the garage was dim. Leaning against a concrete pillar, perfectly concealed in the shadows, Seth Harcourt listened to the tirade with chilling calm.
Just a few feet away, Yates was practically foaming at the mouth. "That bitch played me! I spent millions poaching those engineers and building connections, and the investors won't even meet with me now! Everyone in the industry knows I stabbed Winrich in the back. No one will work with me!"
He paused, his breathing ragged, consumed by toxic rage.
"I'm not letting this go! I'm going to ruin her. I'll destroy her reputation and make her feel what it's like to be backed into a dead end. We'll see how arrogant she is then!"
His driver pulled up, and Yates scrambled into the car, still spewing insults.
Once the taillights faded into the dark, a low, dangerous laugh echoed in the silent garage.
Seth slowly straightened up, the harsh glow of his phone screen illuminating his predatory gaze. There was no hot anger in his eyes—only a cold, psychopathic calm.
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