Never Mistake a Queen for a Lapdog novel Chapter 306

Scott’s expression turned cold, and he ignored Ethan.

He knew Ethan too well—engage with him and he’d only get bolder.

“I heard you’re trying to pitch your project to Winrich?”

Winrich and TechVenture shared the same building. It only took Ethan a quick check to figure out what Scott was up to.

“Don’t waste your time. Do you have any idea how much money it takes to run a gaming startup? Winrich is small potatoes—how much could they even offer you? You’d be better off coming back to work with me. With Aurelion Group backing us, we actually have a future. Hell, I could even help you trade up from this piece of junk. Look at mine—just got a new BMW.”

Scott finally got his car started. He brushed Ethan’s hand off the window, his tone icy. “I’m not interested.”

With that, he pulled away.

Ethan stood there, his face darkening. “Fine, Scott. You don’t know what’s good for you, huh? Just wait—you’ll fall on hard times soon enough!”

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On Friday, Dylan landed in Rivercrest City and immediately called Noreen to invite her to dinner.

They met at a Thai restaurant.

Noreen could tell Dylan looked exhausted.

And honestly, who wouldn’t be? Omniva Group was an absolute mess.

Still, Dylan cared more about how Noreen’s work was going.

“Let’s not talk about work tonight. Let’s just have a good meal,” Noreen said, ladling some hot tom yum soup into his bowl.

Dylan smiled. “Alright, no work talk. What else should we chat about?”

Noreen was about to ask him the same when Dylan beat her to it. “Next Thursday is Father Benedict’s sixtieth birthday. Are you going to his celebration?”

Noreen bit her lip, torn. In the end, all she managed was, “If I go, I’ll only ruin his mood.”

“That’s just your guess. He’s never mentioned you these past years, you know what that means?”

“It means he’s forgotten about me.”

“Alright, you head up.”

“You go first—I’m just around the corner,” she insisted.

Dylan sighed. “Okay, I’ll go. Get some rest.”

“Text me when you get home.”

To any bystander, their farewell would have looked almost reluctant, as if neither wanted to leave.

And not far away, Seth saw the whole thing.

Dylan’s car had barely pulled away when Seth got out of his own, carrying a thermos of herbal tonic Evelyn had prepared, striding straight toward Noreen.

He shut his car door a little too hard. Noreen heard it and glanced over.

The moment she saw him, she turned to leave.

Seth called out, “I’ll just give you this and go. I won’t bother you.”