Chapter 599

Because Dylan had to rush to the airport; apparently, a major issue had come up with his overseas business.
Noreen, understanding the urgency, told him to just drop her off on the side of the road, afraid that taking her home would delay him further.
In business, every second counted.
She understood that.
However, it seemed particularly difficult to get a cab in this area.
Noreen decided to call Colby and have him pick her up.
Colby arrived quickly.
As he was dropping Noreen off downstairs, he saw a familiar figure up ahead and spoke up.
“It’s Mr. Harcourt.”
Noreen was speechless. Content orıginally comes from.net
She was seriously considering moving.
But then again, with Seth’s resources, it probably wouldn’t matter where she moved.
“I remember you used to be a race car driver,” Noreen recalled something Sophia had told her from Colby’s file.
“Yes,” Colby answered truthfully.
“Do you dare to scare him?”
Colby was a man of few words and decisive action. He immediately started the car and drove straight toward Seth.
The roar of the engine shattered the quiet of the night.
Colby floored the gas pedal, the car accelerating rapidly.
Noreen squinted at the man standing not far away.
He just stood there watching the car approach, unmoving.
Even as the vehicle hurtled toward him, he didn’t flinch.
Noreen’s head was starting to ache. She wasn’t sure if it was from the alcohol or from Seth’s constant harassment.
She wanted to tell Colby to stop.
Colby slammed on the brakes, and the car came to a smooth halt right in front of Seth.
The distance between them was less than an inch.
Even Colby was a little surprised. “Mr. Harcourt has steady nerves.”
“I know.”
She had seen it for herself.
Seth hadn’t gotten to where he was today by luck alone.
His methods in the business world were ruthless; he never left himself a way out.
He feared nothing and cared about nothing.
Years ago to conquer the Monte
head-to-head with Sage Jayneel
he had gone
the
socalled King of Monte Carlo
And who was Sage Joyner?
A maniacal gambler who had built his empire on betting.
Yet Seth hadn’t backed down for a second. Even when Sage Joyner’s men held a gun to his head, he didn’t even blink.
This kind of man was not someone you wanted as an enemy.
He was too difficult to deal with.
While Noreen was lost in thought, Seth approached her side of the car and tapped
on the window twice with his knuckle.
She had no intention of getting out so she just rolled down the window, her expression distant Shouldn’t Mr. Harcourt be comforting his fiancée? What are you doing here?”
A gust of wind blew in, carrying the faint scent of alcohol.
Seth had been drinking.
He was allergic to alcohol and never drank unless it was for a business dinner.
He must have been at one.
He probably found out Bianca had
to find her, rushed out of the
and hurned to The Gilded. Sands Hotel to protect her.net>
As if she would actually hurt his precious darling!
Seth broke the silence, his voice deeper and colder than usual.
“Dylan isn’t right for you.”
Noreen laughed, exasperated. “Then who is? You?”
The last two words were dripping with sarcasm.
But Seth answered seriously, “I’m not right for you either.”
“And?” she looked at him, her expression flat.
Seth’s eyes grew darker, the night’s shadows pooling in their depths.
He thought for a long time before speaking again.
“No one is right for you.”
Noreen was so angry she had to laugh.
Were these two crazy people determined to ruin her perfectly good day?
One claimed she couldn’t let go.
The other was saying she was destined to be alone forever?