Never Mistake a Queen for a Lapdog novel Chapter 965

Noreen’s eyes fluttered open to look at him. "Hard work?"

"Yeah." Seth’s long fingers slid down from her temples to the nape of her neck, gently working out the tight knots. "I actually consulted with an executive who was legendary for surviving corporate drinking cultures. We came up with a systematic plan to build up your limits."

It had been over a decade, yet he remembered the details with flawless precision.

"When we started, your absolute limit was three glasses of wine. If you mixed beer and liquor, you were gone after two and a half. You could handle four glasses of red, but the hangover was brutal, so we kept the cap at three."

"During that time, I invented a hundred different excuses at banquets just to make sure no one poured you a fourth glass."

"Later on, you improved. You could handle five to eight glasses. If it was hard liquor, you maxed out at ten shot glasses. By that point, you could handle mixed drinks, but you'd get nauseous. So I made sure you drank yogurt beforehand to coat your stomach, and lemon water afterward so you wouldn't have a splitting headache the next morning."

Noreen had forgotten most of those details herself. Yet Seth recited them as if they were his most prized possessions.

"How do you remember all of this so clearly?" she asked, genuinely bewildered.

"Because I kept a detailed log."

That was the last thing she had expected. "Why would you keep a log?"

"Because I was terrified that when I wasn't around to do the math for you, you'd get taken advantage of. You needed to know exactly what your limits were so you could protect yourself."

Hearing him lay it out, a wave of nostalgia hit her. She remembered how, whenever she had to go to a business dinner alone, Seth would constantly text her, reminding her to pace herself. If a client was too pushy, he taught her how to politely deflect. If the client wouldn't take no for an answer, he told her to drop the deal entirely.

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