Chapter 133

Eleanor gazed up at the neon-lit "Serenity Foot Spa" sign while sipping her strawberry smoothie. "Harrison, what exactly is this establishment?"

Rosalind smirked and winked. "They say all stress melts away with a good massage. Grandma, Rosalind, my treat today!"

The trio marched in with confidence, immediately greeted by the spa's beaming manager.

Harrison flashed a charming smile. "We'll take three male therapists - your tallest and most handsome ones, please."

"Absolutely, ladies," the manager gushed. "Right this way to our VIP section."

Meanwhile at The Grand Celeste, Nathaniel and Isabella were enjoying an intimate candlelit dinner when his phone buzzed violently. The caller ID showed Falcon Estate.

Nathaniel answered to hear Reginald's panicked voice. "Sir! We have an emergency!"

His expression darkened. "Explain."

"Mrs. Eleanor is missing!"

Nathaniel's grip tightened on the phone. "Since when?"

"I stepped out briefly this afternoon. When I returned, she was gone... Lately she's been constantly asking about Mrs. Harrison - if she's safe at university, if anyone's bothering her. Could she have gone to find her?"

A realization struck Nathaniel. Through the restaurant's floor-to-ceiling windows, his gaze locked onto the smoothie shop across the street - conveniently located near Willowridge University.

That elderly woman he'd seen earlier wasn't just any senior citizen - it was his grandmother!

He ended the call and stood abruptly.

Isabella looked up in confusion. "Nathaniel? What's wrong?"

"Grandmother emergency," he clipped. "You'll need to get home alone tonight."

Without another word, he strode away, leaving Isabella fuming. Was Eleanor sabotaging her intentionally?

Just when she thought she was making progress with Nathaniel - first interrupted by that Rosalind yesterday, now this!

Nathaniel arrived at the spa within minutes, where Dominic reported quietly, "Sir, Mrs. Harrison brought Mrs. Eleanor and Miss Rosalind here."

Nathaniel's eyes traveled up to the glowing "Serenity Foot Spa" sign. "What sort of place is this?"

Dominic shifted uncomfortably. "Well..."

"Spit it out," Nathaniel commanded.

Dominic wiped his brow. "It's... a therapeutic massage parlor, sir."

Nathaniel's jaw clenched.

So Harrison had brought his grandmother and Rosalind for massages?

He stormed into the building, his imposing frame commanding immediate attention. The manager approached eagerly. "Welcome, handsome! Here for a-"

A team of black-suited bodyguards materialized, cutting her off. Nathaniel strode past as every head turned, the manager gaping at his aristocratic bearing that outshone even their premium staff.

In VIP Room 303, the door swung open to reveal the scene: Harrison, Eleanor and Rosalind lounging comfortably while three strikingly handsome male therapists kneaded their feet.

Harrison looked up, cheeks flushed with delight. "Grandma, how's the massage? Heavenly, isn't it?"