Chapter 192

He claimed not to recognize her.

With those cold words, Nathaniel turned away. His long strides carried him effortlessly as he escorted the businessmen into the opulent private suite.

Harrison felt her body tense. The fragile composure she'd maintained shattered instantly.

Daphne, still cowering behind Harrison, had stopped sobbing. Color returned to her pale cheeks as she stared transfixed at Nathaniel's retreating figure - tall, commanding, impossibly handsome.

The moment Nathaniel disappeared from view, Victor pivoted toward Harrison. "Pathetic! You dare claim to be Mrs. Falcon when Mr. Falcon himself denies knowing you? What a laughable liar!"

Harrison remained silent.

Victor had no patience left. "Seize them!" he barked.

The two black-suited guards advanced again, roughly grabbing Harrison and Daphne.

Daphne thrashed against their grip. "Let me go!"

Harrison appeared calm. She had a needle and sleeping powder concealed on her person. Once inside Victor's room, she'd find an opportunity to escape with Daphne.

As Harrison calculated her next move, Victor waved impatiently. "Take them to my car."

The guards shoved them forward.

Suddenly, a voice called out. "Mr. Blackwell, a moment please."

Victor turned. Kenneth Rogers, emerging from Nathaniel's private room, approached.

"Mr. Rogers, what an honor."

"Mr. Falcon requests your presence for a drink."

Victor's face lit up with excitement. An invitation from Nathaniel was a rare privilege. "Of course! Immediately."

Victor draped an arm over Harrison's slender shoulders. "You're coming with me to toast Mr. Falcon. Behave."

Daphne remained outside with the guards. Harrison understood the unspoken threat - comply or Daphne would suffer.

With no choice, Harrison followed Victor into the lavish private room.

Inside the extravagant space, Harrison's gaze immediately found Nathaniel at the head of the table. He sat with regal ease, his striking features impassive as businessmen poured wine into his glass.

This was Harrison's first glimpse of him in this world - surrounded by power brokers, every inch the untouchable tycoon.

She hadn't imagined their reunion would unfold like this after their separation.

Victor guided her to a seat opposite Nathaniel. The men erupted in teasing. "Mr. Blackwell, is this your latest conquest?"

"Just a student from Willowridge University."

"Your tastes haven't changed. Still chasing schoolgirls, eh?"

Among only men, Victor chuckled. "This one's special. Mr. Falcon, you won't believe what she claimed earlier - that she's your wife!"

Harrison watched as Nathaniel looked up from his glass, his piercing gaze locking onto hers.

He regarded her from his elevated position, the faintest smirk playing at his lips.

Was that amusement she detected?

Harrison wanted to scream at Victor to shut his mouth.

"Hilarious! The audacity to call herself Mrs. Falcon."

"Students these days are cunning. All chasing the richest, most powerful men."

"Mr. Falcon must have schoolgirls throwing themselves at him daily."

The businessmen roared with laughter, mocking Harrison mercilessly.

Harrison's delicate cheeks burned with humiliation. Her pride stung painfully.

Victor stood, raising his glass. "Mr. Falcon, allow me to propose a toast."

Nathaniel, lounging with effortless elegance, didn't take the glass. Instead, his gaze remained fixed on Harrison. "Let her come offer it to me."