Healy quickly replied to Bianca, "Maybe next time. I have some work matters to discuss with Ms. Gilmore—it's really not a good moment."
This answer clearly caught Bianca off guard.
She hesitated for a second before forcing a smile. "Alright, let's head in then."
Then she turned to Seth, adding, "Let's go, we shouldn't keep Mr. Summers waiting."
Truth be told, there was no real need for her to say this out loud.
But she did—and it was obvious she was dropping a hint.
Mr. Summers?
Noreen's brows shot up.
Could she possibly mean Hugh Summers from NaviTech?
Just before stepping inside, Bianca cast a quick, almost careless glance at Noreen.
That look carried both contempt and a hint of triumph.
It told Noreen everything she needed to know—her suspicions were right.
Seth had made his move.
He really would do anything for Bianca.
Noreen found herself feeling a bit more charitable toward Healy, simply because he'd had the good sense to read the room.
That alone was enough to make Healy, who had been on edge the whole evening, quietly breathe a sigh of relief.
During dinner, the conversation stayed focused on business.
Healy was genuinely impressed by Noreen's sharp instincts and skillful maneuvering—she was clearly in a league of her own.
He suddenly realized that, in the past, he'd always looked at Noreen through a tinted lens.
He'd assumed she had only managed to stay by Seth's side for so many years because of her looks and clever tricks.
When Seth left her for Bianca, Healy hadn't been surprised. After all, beauty fades, and charm only gets you so far—eventually, you need real substance.

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