Never Mistake a Queen for a Lapdog novel Chapter 284

Noreen didn’t even have time to struggle before everything went dark and she passed out.

Meanwhile—

Bianca was racing over, phone pressed to her ear. She’d already called Healy and Jude; both promised to be there soon. And, of course, she hadn’t forgotten Seth.

Seth was having dinner at the Harcourt family estate with Wade Harcourt that evening, so he and Bianca hadn’t gone together. But the moment Bianca called, he agreed without hesitation, saying he’d come by as soon as dinner was over and that she should go ahead and have drinks with Jude and the others first.

Just as Bianca was nearing the club, a text popped up from Lillian.

[Can’t wait for the show to start!]

Those few words sent a thrill of anticipation through Bianca.

After sending her message, Lillian turned to her companion, double-checking, “You’re sure there’s no problem?”

“Absolutely. That’s imported stuff—hell, even a nun would turn wild after taking it.”

Lillian believed him. Her friend had always been into these kinds of questionable things, and he’d used them to seduce more than a few women. Never once failed.

Besides, tonight they’d given Noreen a double dose. Unless she dropped dead on the spot, there was no way she’d withstand it.

“And don’t forget—record everything!” Lillian stressed. Noreen liked to use that apology video to threaten her, didn’t she? Well, two could play at that game. She’d have her own video this time, something to hold over Noreen’s head.

If she ever got fed up or just wanted to vent, she could post the video online and ruin Noreen’s reputation for good. Just imagining Noreen, broken and begging at her feet, made Lillian’s heart race with satisfaction. It was time to finally pay her back for all the humiliation she’d suffered.

Under the drug’s influence, Noreen’s thoughts were a jumbled mess. She couldn’t remember how she’d ended up in this room, or what had happened. All she knew was the unbearable, itching agony, like thousands of ants crawling beneath her skin.

A figure approached, a cool hand pressing gently to her forehead. The chill was a blessing, a shard of ice in her inferno.

Noreen instinctively grabbed hold of that hand. “That feels so good…”

But the relief was fleeting. A fresh wave of heat surged through her, more intense than the last, and she writhed helplessly, clawing at her clothes as if peeling them away would save her from the flames.

And then, miraculously, someone helped her. The suffocating cocoon of fabric was stripped away, the heat inside her dispersing just enough for a thin thread of clarity to return.

She managed to ask, her voice trembling, “Did Mr. Shaw send the male escort?”