Seven years—so what?
If a man can swoop in and take the lead, so can she.
In her career, she could be the one who rises above, no matter who came before.
Noreen knew Bianca was deliberately targeting her, but she hadn’t expected Bianca to go this far.
A celebration banquet on the very same day—that could be brushed off. But using the exact same hotel? That was just shameless.
When Sophia told her about it, Noreen was so exasperated she almost laughed.
“Noreen, should we try to avoid a direct confrontation?” Sophia asked, worry in her voice.
Right now, Bianca was at her peak. If InnoCore clashed with her head-on, there was no guarantee they’d come out ahead.
Maybe it was better to steer clear of the spotlight and hold their launch event somewhere else.
Before today, Noreen might have considered Sophia’s suggestion. She wasn’t one to let her emotions dictate her actions; she always put the interests and growth of the project first.
But now, she felt confident. She wouldn’t back down.
Sophia wasn’t sure what Noreen was planning, but she trusted her judgment and didn’t press the issue.
She simply followed Noreen’s lead.
Carman Holt felt the same—putting complete trust in Noreen’s decisions.
Three days later, the press conference went ahead as planned.
When Bianca got word of this, she smiled to herself, barely concealing her satisfaction.
She’d always thought Noreen was clever, but clearly, she’d given her too much credit.
Even better—this would be the moment Noreen realized just how outmatched she really was.
Pretty face aside, what did Noreen have to compete with her? Nothing.
Bianca, on the other hand, had more than just good looks.
A few days ago, Seth had shown up drunk at her place, and Bianca had been a little annoyed. But after a moment’s thought, she let it go. Men always have some possessiveness over women they once had—it was normal.

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