Never Mistake a Queen for a Lapdog novel Chapter 1181

Seeing Yves Selwyn flatter Crystal Chelsea so openly, the other guests immediately gathered around to dig for information. After all, everyone knew that despite his playboy reputation, Yves from Monarch Capital had a razor-sharp eye for talent.

Yves happily introduced her to the crowd. "Everyone, this is Ms. Chelsea from Cloudstone Capital. She's backed by NoMore Corporation. I hardly need to explain the kind of weight NoMore carries, do I?"

At the mention of NoMore Corporation, everyone's eyes lit up. They instantly swarmed Crystal, their tones shifting into eager sycophancy.

Crystal reveled in the feeling of being the center of attention. As she entertained the crowd, her gaze kept drifting toward Noreen Gilmore.

Noreen's current status in Rivercrest City was entirely unquestionable. She was never short of people eager to sing her praises. Naturally, the crowd surrounding Noreen was far larger than the one around Crystal.

Though jealousy gnawed at her, Crystal told herself that one day she would surpass Noreen. She would trample her underfoot.

Moments later, Dylan Wilder arrived.

The second he walked in, Crystal instinctively stiffened. The polite smile froze on her lips before slowly fading away.

Dylan didn't even glance at her when he entered the room, even though she was standing right in his line of sight. He walked straight past her, his eyes locking onto Noreen.

Because Seth Harcourt remained steadfastly by Noreen's side, Dylan didn't walk over to say hello. But his gaze never left Noreen.

A bitter wave of sorrow surged in Crystal's chest, making her eyes sting. When she finally looked over at Noreen, a faint, cold smirk touched her lips—a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes.

Noreen and Seth's joint appearance at the reception immediately sparked curiosity. For years, Noreen had been known to operate entirely solo.

It didn't take long for someone to approach with a wine glass, clearly fishing for gossip. "Ms. Gilmore, and this is...?"

Before Noreen could part her lips to speak, Seth subtly stepped half a pace forward. With a smooth extension of his long fingers, he took the champagne flute from her hand and clinked it against the inquirer's glass.

"Seth Harcourt," he introduced himself with perfect, measured politeness. "Ms. Gilmore's assistant."

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