Never Mistake a Queen for a Lapdog novel Chapter 274

Jude paused mid-sip, something clicking in his mind. He turned to Healy. “Were those absolute stunners my buddy mentioned about Noreen and her friend?”

“Probably,” Healy replied.

Jude just fell silent after that.

Seth hadn’t said a word the whole time. He finished his glass of water, stood up, and stepped out to take a phone call.

Meanwhile, Claire had gone to the restroom. When she came back, her face was like thunder.

“What happened?” Noreen asked.

“Ran into that jerk Seth,” Claire said bluntly.

Noreen just chuckled, brushing it off. “So what? Don’t let people like that ruin our mood.”

“I just can’t let it go,” Claire grumbled.

She could never forget the image of Noreen lying in that hospital bed, lifeless and pale.

The doctor had said she’d lost her baby—and nearly lost her life.

All of it, every bit of that pain, could be traced straight back to Seth.

So why on earth did he get to be happy?

After everything he’d done to Noreen, why did he get to move on, guilt-free, and start over with his precious first love?

Why?!

“It’s in the past,” Noreen said, her voice calm, almost detached.

In the past. Just four simple words.

But seven years—seven long years—how many times had she forced herself to let go, to move on, to survive it all?

“I’m not feeling well. I’m going to the restroom again,” Claire muttered, setting her glass down before heading out.

Worried she might’ve eaten something bad, Noreen sent her a message, checking in.

But the message disappeared into the void. No reply.

Claire immediately stepped in front of her protectively. “Why are you apologizing? He’s the one who should say sorry! He let you down! You gave up your chance to study abroad for him, worked yourself to the bone helping him build his career, and as soon as he made it, he ditched you! Now he gets to run off with his precious soulmate? Has your conscience been eaten by wolves?”

“Oh wait, silly me—you never had a conscience to begin with!”

Seth calmly took some napkins and wiped the liquor from his face, his eyes cold and stormy.

That was always his warning sign before he lost his temper.

Before he could say anything, Noreen stepped up, shielding Claire again. “I’ll pay for your clothes, too.”

Seth let out a low, humorless laugh. “That’s it? You think I care about that?”

“What do you want, then?”

Seth’s gaze swept past her and landed on Claire. His voice was icy, sharp as a blade. “Either she apologizes, or she can expect to hear from my lawyer.”

Claire bristled, practically vibrating with fury, like a little lioness ready to bite. “Go ahead, sue me! See if I care! You heartless bastard! Noreen almost died because of you—do you even realize you owe her a life?”

For a second, Seth’s stony expression broke. His eyes narrowed. “What do you mean, ‘a life’?”