Never Mistake a Queen for a Lapdog novel Chapter 323

Noreen again.

How was it possible to run into her everywhere?

And now, in broad daylight, right out in the open, she was getting cozy with Healy in his car?

Henry turned to Healy’s assistant, voice tight with suspicion. “What’s the relationship between that woman and Mr. Healy?”

“That’s Ms. Gilmore from Winrich—one of our business partners at Naylor Automotive Group,” the assistant replied matter-of-factly.

“Business partner?” Henry’s frown deepened.

Naylor Automotive Group was one of the top car manufacturers in the country. To partner with them, you needed real clout and hard-earned credentials.

Winrich? That tiny, struggling company?

What right did they have?

And the way Healy was fawning over Noreen… Henry felt he already knew the answer.

His disdain and prejudice toward Noreen only grew stronger.

There was nothing he despised more than women who climbed the ladder by relying on personal connections—or those without any real ability of their own.

Noreen, in his mind, checked both boxes.

To him, what she was doing was barely any different from selling herself for success. Disgraceful.

“I’ll be in the lounge waiting for Mr. Healy,” Henry said curtly to the assistant, wanting nothing more than to get away from Noreen. Without another glance, he strode off.

Noreen had no idea Henry had even been there—her attention was completely absorbed by the self-driving car.

Since merging with InnoCore, their autonomous vehicle’s performance had skyrocketed, putting them miles ahead of the competition and seizing a clear lead in the industry.

Healy told her that in another couple of months, the new car would be ready for launch. He insisted she attend the unveiling event.

Noreen accepted the invitation with an easy smile.

When the test drive ended and she reached for the door handle to get out, Healy suddenly locked the doors.

She turned to him, puzzled. Was this part of the test?

“Um—” Healy hesitated, clearly nervous.

“Sounds great,” Healy said, knowing how quickly Winrich was growing under her leadership. She was busier than ever.

Who knew when he’d get another chance?

After Noreen left, Healy’s assistant appeared to remind him that Henry was waiting in the lounge.

Unexpectedly, Healy turned to him and said, “Find a way to get me an invitation to that game developers’ conference.”

The assistant was baffled.

Their whole business was cars—what did the gaming industry have to do with them? Besides, the new car launch was just around the corner, and every minute counted. Why would the boss want to go to some unrelated conference?

But, of course, Mr. Healy gave the orders. His job was to follow them.

“Mr. Brooke has been waiting for you in the lounge,” the assistant reminded.

“I’m on my way.” As Healy walked off, he called over his shoulder, “Don’t forget the invitation.”

“Understood.”

Henry had already been waiting for quite a while. On any other day, he would never have put up with it.