Chapter 195

Nathaniel tore open the car door and seized Victor by his collar, yanking him out onto the pavement.

Victor trembled violently. "M-Mr. Falcon, what have I done to deserve this? I beg you-"

Nathaniel didn't let him finish. His fist connected with Victor's jaw with brutal precision.

The impact sent Victor crashing against the car's side panel.

Nathaniel's tailored suit strained against his muscles as he delivered blow after devastating blow, each strike driving Victor deeper into the metal frame. Blood sprayed across Victor's face, silencing his whimpers.

Nathaniel paused, his icy stare dissecting Victor's broken form. "Which hand touched her? This one?"

A sickening snap echoed as Nathaniel broke Victor's right arm like a dry twig.

Victor collapsed, gasping shallow breaths.

Dominic arrived with security. "Mr. Falcon."

Nathaniel's chiseled jaw remained rigid. "Handle this," he commanded in a voice like frozen steel.

Dominic nodded sharply. "Consider it done."

Nathaniel turned toward the car's backseat. His gaze locked onto Harrison. "Get out. I'm taking you back to campus."

Without waiting for acknowledgment, he slid into the driver's seat of his Rolls-Royce Phantom.

Harrison hadn't anticipated Nathaniel's sudden appearance, nor the savage beating he'd delivered. The raw violence in his movements had been terrifying.

Hadn't he been mocking her earlier?

Why intervene now?

Daphne sported a nasty bruise from hitting the window. Harrison helped her from the wrecked car.

Approaching the Phantom, Harrison saw Victor - once so arrogant - now unconscious on the pavement. The area was already being secured by Nathaniel's team.

Harrison opened the Phantom's door, guiding Daphne inside.

The luxurious interior muted the outside world. Nathaniel sat behind the wheel, methodically cleaning blood from his knuckles with a monogrammed handkerchief.

The engine purred to life as they sped toward Willowridge University, the silence between them thick enough to choke on.

Nathaniel offered no explanation.

Harrison asked no questions.

Daphne, still pale but recovering, turned to Nathaniel. A delicate blush colored her cheeks. "Mr. Falcon... thank you for today." Her voice carried the trained sweetness of a performance major.

Nathaniel didn't acknowledge her, his grip on the steering wheel unchanged. His profile might have been carved from marble for all the warmth it showed.

Harrison's eyes flicked to the rearview mirror, catching Nathaniel's reflection. His gaze met hers with electric intensity.

She looked away first.

Thirty minutes later, the Phantom glided to a stop at Willowridge's gates. Harrison helped Daphne out.

Daphne stood tall despite her injuries, the bruise on her forehead lending her a tragic beauty. She turned back to Nathaniel. "Thank you, Mr. Falcon."

Silence answered her.

Harrison took Daphne's arm gently. "Let's go."

They disappeared into campus.

Nathaniel remained, watching Harrison's retreating figure until she vanished from sight.

A dangerous smirk played at the corner of his lips.

Back in their dorm, Rosalind had just returned from lectures. Her shock was palpable when she heard what happened.

Rosalind exhaled sharply. "Thank God Mr. Falcon showed up when he did. If that creep had gotten you two to his hotel..." She shuddered. "I don't even want to think about it."