Never Mistake a Queen for a Lapdog novel Chapter 1123

The moment Noreen returned to the banquet hall, she was intercepted by Mrs. Archer.

The older woman pulled her aside, her attitude painfully eager. "Noreen, please consider what I mentioned earlier. If you're open to it, I can arrange a meeting with my nephew. He's very handsome and has a great personality. You two could just get to know each other. Who knows, maybe there will be a spark?"

Mrs. Archer's desperation wasn't just because Noreen was a highly sought-after catch.

Her family's business was facing severe cash flow problems, and they were desperate to hitch their wagon to Winrich to save themselves from impending ruin.

That was exactly why Seth had mentioned their impending bankruptcy earlier.

Noreen was well aware of the situation.

However, since the woman was a guest of Winrich, Noreen wanted to let her save face, so she phrased her refusal politely. "I'm sorry, Mrs. Archer, but I'm just not looking for anything like that right now."

But Mrs. Archer refused to let go of her arm. "Oh, come on, just give it a try! One meeting is all it takes. What if you end up being a perfect match?"

"Mrs. Archer, I really have no interest in this." Noreen's smile faded, her displeasure now obvious.

If Mrs. Archer had any social awareness, she would have dropped it.

But she didn't.

She was far too desperate.

She kept pushing. "Noreen, don't be so quick to brush it off. My nephew really is a wonderful guy. He's got great character and looks to match. You have nothing to lose by just meeting him."

Before she could finish, a figure approached from the side. His pace was unhurried, yet his mere presence seemed to instantly mute the surrounding chatter.

Seth stopped just a few feet away, his expression dangerously cold. His frosty gaze swept over the hand Mrs. Archer still had clamped onto Noreen's arm, his lips pressed into a harsh, unyielding line.

The air fell dead silent for two agonizing seconds.

When he finally spoke, his voice wasn't loud, but every word was painfully clear, laced with an undeniable, chilling authority. "Sure. Since you're so enthusiastic, bring him over. I'll evaluate him for her."

His tone was light, but the words felt like a bucket of ice water dumped over her head.

The eager smile on Mrs. Archer's face froze instantly, as if she had suddenly realized exactly whose territory she had stumbled into. Her throat worked, but she couldn't string a coherent sentence together.

She let out a dry, nervous laugh and hastily yanked her hand away from Noreen, taking a clumsy step back. "Mr... Mr. Harcourt. I was just throwing the idea out there. Please, don't take it seriously."

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