Chapter 127

In Nathaniel's office, Julian Ashford strutted in with his parents flanking him. The moment his eyes landed on Harrison and Rosalind, freshly cleaned up, he couldn't help but feel a flicker of attraction.

Harrison's delicate features, pale and luminous, looked as if they had been sculpted from fine porcelain. There was an undeniable purity about her that drew him in. Despite everything, he still wanted her to be his girlfriend.

Arabella had only instructed him to cause trouble for Harrison, not to pursue her. Julian couldn't fathom why—with his charm, his wealth—she remained uninterested. Her humble background didn’t bother him, so what gave her the right to reject him?

When he parked his luxury car beneath the girls' dormitory, women usually fawned over him. Harrison’s resistance was baffling.

With a smug smirk, Julian sneered, "Harrison, scared yet? You’ve barely been at Willowridge University for two days, and now you’re about to get expelled. Maybe if you apologize now, we can still work something out."

Beatrice Ashford clutched Julian’s arm. "Julian, she beat you up like that! Don’t let her off easy. She should be expelled from Willowridge!"

Reginald Ashford turned to Gregory Thornton. "Mr. Thornton, how do you plan to handle this?"

Before Gregory could respond, Harrison spoke calmly. "Mr. Thornton, what should be done when a student harasses female classmates and threatens their safety?"

Julian scoffed. "Harrison, are you seriously accusing me of harassment? Where’s your proof?"

He was certain she had none.

Then Harrison slowly pulled out her phone and played a video. It captured everything—from Julian and his lackeys appearing on the scene to the moment they grabbed her and Rosalind. Every detail was crystal clear.

Julian’s face paled. "You recorded it?"

Harrison smiled faintly, confidence radiating from her. "You asked for proof, Mr. Ashford. Here it is."

Julian stood frozen. He hadn’t expected her to be so prepared.

Harrison’s sharp, piercing gaze locked onto him, her eyes gleaming with intelligence and defiance.

Gregory’s expression darkened. "Julian, so you led a group to harass female students, started the fight, and now you’re playing the victim after losing?"

Julian clenched his jaw, wishing Gregory would stop mentioning his humiliating defeat.

Rosalind, who had been silently observing, smirked. "Mr. Thornton, I think the best course of action is to call the police."

"No! Don’t call the police!" Beatrice shot up from her seat, clearly panicked about her son’s record.

Harrison arched a brow. "Weren’t you trying to get us expelled?"

Reginald waved a dismissive hand. "We were joking! Let’s just drop this. Forget it ever happened!"

He grabbed Julian’s arm and began dragging him out.

Julian seethed. "Dad, so I just took a beating for nothing?"

Reginald smacked the back of his head. "Shut up!"

With that, Reginald and Beatrice hauled Julian out of the office.

The farce was over. Rosalind gave Harrison a thumbs-up, and Harrison flashed her a radiant smile in return.

Outside, Nathaniel had been watching the entire scene unfold.

Dominic stood behind him, grinning. "Looks like Mrs. Falcon had a trick up her sleeve."

Then, with a smirk, Dominic muttered, "Julian really has some nerve. Thinking he could just make Mrs. Falcon his girlfriend? Ridiculous."

He turned to Nathaniel. "Mr. Falcon, you misunderstood her."

Yes, Nathaniel had misunderstood.

She wasn’t disobedient. She wasn’t picking fights. She was defending herself. Julian was the one who had targeted her.

Nathaniel watched as Harrison beamed at Rosalind, her energy vibrant and alive.