Never Mistake a Queen for a Lapdog novel Chapter 1176

How was that not completing the mission?

When Crystal reached Dylan's office, his secretary blocked her path.

"Ms. Chelsea, you can't go in. Mr. Wilder has a guest."

"Get out of my way!" Crystal snapped, forcefully shoving the secretary aside and bursting into the office.

Dylan had timed it perfectly—Noreen should have been walking through that door.

So when it flew open, he looked up with absolute hope burning in his eyes.

But the moment he saw Crystal, the warmth vanished, replaced by freezing indifference. "What are you doing here?"

Crystal met his cold glare, then her eyes locked onto the massive bouquet of roses resting in the sitting area.

She lunged for it.

Dylan realized her intent and jumped up to stop her.

But he was a second too late.

Crystal snatched the card tucked into the flowers.

She was just about to rip it open when Dylan snatched it back.

But it was too late. She had seen the name.

Noreen.

He called her Noreen.

So intimate.

They had been married for years, and he had never once used a pet name for her. It was always her full name!

The devastating contrast snapped the last thread of Crystal's sanity.

"Dylan Wilder!" Crystal screamed, the corners of her eyes flushed red with rage. "Were you going to confess to Noreen?!"

He didn't answer. He just slowly crushed the card in his fist, his knuckles turning stark white.

"Do you have a heart?!" Tears spilled down Crystal's face, her voice piercing the air, pouring years of bitter waiting into her words. "You know I'm still waiting for you, but you're out here chasing someone else! What am I to you?!"

He remained silent, his eyelids half-lowered, casting dark shadows over his eyes. He stood there, as cold and unyielding as a stone at the bottom of a frozen well.

His silence pushed her over the edge.

Crystal grabbed the bouquet of roses and hurled it at the ground with everything she had.

Water exploded outward, petals scattering across the floor to be crushed under her heels, leaving brutal, bruised streaks behind.

But that wasn't enough. She grabbed documents, pen holders, the heavy crystal ashtray from his desk.

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