Dealing with Dylan was already enough to keep him on edge—now Padgett Novak had to be thrown into the mix.
“Mr. Holt, there’s an issue here. Can you take a look?”
Carman had been zoning out.
The staff had to call his name several times before he snapped back to attention.
Once the work was finally wrapped up, Padgett Novak personally escorted the two of them downstairs.
While Carman went to get the car, Noreen chatted briefly with Padgett Novak.
Halfway through, Padgett got a call and had to head back to the office, leaving Noreen standing alone in the lobby.
It was rush hour, and traffic outside was a nightmare. Carman was gone a long while.
Noreen waited by herself for quite some time.
It was just then that Bianca and Lillian came out from inside the building.
Noreen was focused on her phone, not noticing the two approaching, but Lillian certainly saw her.
Bianca did too.
Thinking about how Dylan had ditched her for Noreen, Bianca’s expression instantly darkened. A sour feeling twisted in her chest.
Lillian felt the same.
To this day, she was convinced that Noreen had sabotaged things between her and Healy.
She wanted to storm over and demand an explanation from Noreen.
But Bianca caught her arm before she could take a step.
“Let it go.”
“But—”
“She won’t be gloating for long,” Bianca said, calm and collected.
She’d lost to Noreen before, but that was just a stroke of luck on Noreen’s part.
Once Bianca landed the Port Redevelopment Project, Noreen would spend the rest of her life looking up at her!
Lillian, convinced by Bianca’s composure, started to cool off.
“You’re right. As long as Seth’s backing you up, there’ll come a day when Noreen’s the one crying!” Lillian lifted her chin defiantly.
Just hearing Seth’s name made Bianca’s mood improve.
“So just be patient,” she said.
Noreen could only sigh. “Yeah, fortune always smiles on the worst people, and the worst people always seem to show up in my life.”
Claire was fuming. “Can you steal it? If you can, go snatch that project from under their noses! Let them choke on their own arrogance!”
“Want the truth?” Noreen replied.
“Forget it, just ignore me,” Claire muttered, knowing full well how impossible it was.
How could a small startup that had only been around for six months and completed a single project possibly compete with a giant like Aurelion Group?
Noreen could imagine how furious Claire was, so she tried to comfort her. “Look, it’s not impossible. The odds are just… pretty slim.”
“So you’re saying you’re planning to go for it?”
“Yeah,” Noreen said. “I’m already working on it. Might as well take my shot.”
Claire practically leapt out of bed. “I knew you’d pull through! I believe in you! Oh, and that profit share you transferred to me last time—I’m sending it right back. Go all in on this!”
“Maybe keep a little, just in case things don’t work out,” Noreen cautioned.
But Claire never listened to that sort of advice. “What’s there to be afraid of? We can afford to lose!”
That kind of faith gave Noreen the confidence boost she needed.

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