Only then did Noreen realize Seth was in the room with her.
“Yes,” Seth said.
“No,” Noreen said at the same time.
Yves laughed. “Looks like you two didn’t coordinate your stories.”
Noreen didn’t know what Seth was up to and couldn’t be bothered to guess.
“Ms. Gilmore, a toast!” Hugh Summers said cheerfully, raising his glass. “To celebrate you becoming the richest woman in Rivercrest City!”
“Your news is a bit outdated, Mr. Summers,” Yves chimed in. “The list has been updated. The new number one is Mr. Harcourt’s fiancée, Director Lowell.”
Hugh hadn’t heard; the list had just changed that morning. “My apologies! I’m behind the times. But this toast is still for Ms. Gilmore.”
Noreen was about to say she had driven and couldn’t drink when a hand reached out and took the glass from in front of her. She noticed it was covered by a black compression glove.
“Ms. Gilmore likely drove,” Seth said, his voice even. “I’ll take this for her.”
His words made Noreen pause, and she finally looked at him properly. What was he doing? Defending her from a drink? That was absurd.
Before she could object, Seth had already downed the glass of liquor. But she felt no gratitude, only annoyance at his pointless gesture. She didn’t need anyone to run interference for her.
“Seth, what are you doing here?”

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