Never Mistake a Queen for a Lapdog novel Chapter 519

Noreen was oblivious to the drama unfolding in Hall A. It was Dylan who told her that his professor had arrived but couldn’t find the signs. When Noreen went outside to check, she discovered that PerseTech had deliberately placed a much larger, more ostentatious sign directly in front of theirs, completely blocking it from view. It was a petty, underhanded move.

To prevent any more guests from getting lost, Noreen moved their sign fifty meters down the path, wanting nothing to do with their toxic games. As she was heading back, a police officer approached her. “Excuse me, do you know where the PerseTech roadshow is?”

Noreen hesitated for a second before pointing him in the right direction. As she walked back to Hall B, she wondered what PerseTech was doing with the police. Had Seth’s influence now reached law enforcement? She had no way of knowing, and as she returned to the venue, she pushed the thought from her mind. She was simply too busy. This roadshow was critical for InnoCore’s IPO, and she couldn’t afford any mistakes.

When Carman took the stage, she stood at the front, giving him a look of encouragement. The rehearsals had paid off. He was noticeably more relaxed, delivering his speech and presentation fluently and entirely from memory. He recited the complex data points in his slides without missing a beat.

Noreen let out a quiet sigh of relief and turned to Sophia. “How are the numbers on the livestream?”

Sophia’s expression was strange.

“What is it?” Noreen’s stomach tightened.

“Our stream is doing well,” Sophia said, “but… not as well as PerseTech’s.”

Noreen was surprised. PerseTech was a new company without a large public following, and their target audience was primarily industry investors. Holding the roadshow at a university seemed like an odd choice. InnoCore, on the other hand, had an existing user base and a client list, and had already made waves in the AI community. It didn’t make sense that their numbers would be lower. Of course, it was always possible PerseTech was just throwing money at the problem.

Bianca froze mid-sentence, watching as one of the officers walked onto the stage and took her microphone. “Is there a Mrs. Lana in the audience? Please stand up.”

Lana had come with Yvonne, hoping to network with the other socialites and perhaps find a good match for her daughter, Lillian. The women had been polite to her, mostly out of respect for Yvonne, and Lana had been congratulating herself on a successful outing when the police called her name. The color drained from her face.

The officer’s voice boomed through the hall. “Where is Lana?”

Yvonne gave her a sharp nudge. Lana stumbled to her feet, stammering, “I… I’m here.”