Dylan knew she was right about the company’s underlying issues, but he was stretched too thin himself to get involved.
That evening, Jude visited his father in the hospital and recounted the meeting with Noreen. Seymour Wilder, who had been lying listlessly in bed, bolted upright. “You’re saying Noreen agreed to invest in Seymour Group?”
“Yes, but she’s bleeding us dry. She wants controlling shares *and* all management rights.”
“Then give them to her! What the hell are you still thinking about?” Seymour slapped the side of the bed, the sudden movement sending him into a fit of coughing.
Jude rushed to give him water and pat his back until his breathing evened out. Seymour grabbed Jude’s hand. “Let’s go.”
“Go where? It’s late.”
“To see Noreen, of course! We have to go now, before she changes her mind! Take me with you!”
Jude glanced at the dark sky outside. “It’s really late. She’s probably already asleep.”
“Then first thing tomorrow morning! We have to see her immediately! Do you know where she lives?”
Jude shook his head. “How would I know?”
“Then find out!”
Pressured by his father, Jude had no choice but to start digging. He racked his brain, and the only person who might know Noreen’s address was Seth Harcourt.
He called, and Seth picked up after a few rings.
“Am I interrupting anything?” Jude asked tentatively.
“No. What’s up?”
“Is it… convenient for you to talk right now?” Jude asked cautiously. Since this involved Noreen, he worried Bianca might get upset if she overheard, which could strain their friendship.

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