Chapter 231

Nathaniel moved with lethal precision, his every motion calculated and terrifying. He was an unstoppable force.

The black-suited bodyguards froze in shock at his sudden attack.

The two entitled heirs blinked in disbelief before their faces twisted with rage. "What are you idiots waiting for? Take him down!"

"Right away, sir!"

The guards lunged forward.

Harrison emerged from the dressing room to find chaos erupting. Nathaniel stood alone against ten men, his powerful kick sending one guard crashing through the bar counter. Shattered glass rained down as liquor bottles exploded across the floor.

Screams pierced the air as patrons scrambled for safety. "They're fighting!"

Harrison couldn't believe his eyes. She'd only stepped away to change, and now Nathaniel was in the middle of a violent confrontation.

This man seemed to attract trouble wherever he went.

Without thinking, Harrison rushed to his side. "Mr. Falcon!"

Nathaniel dispatched another guard before glancing at her. Those stunning eyes widened in shock. "Causing trouble again?"

Nathaniel didn't respond, though internally he wondered who exactly had started this mess.

His strong fingers closed around Harrison's slender wrist, dragging her to a secluded corner. His predatory gaze pinned her in place as he growled, "Stay. Put."

Then he was gone, disappearing back into the fray.

Sebastian arrived at the commotion. Seeing Nathaniel surrounded, he swore violently. "You dare touch Nathaniel in my establishment? Lock the doors and handle this!"

Grabbing a broken bottle, Sebastian joined the fight.

Chaos reigned until security finally subdued the two heirs and their guards.

Sebastian immediately slapped both young men. "Open your damn eyes! You're messing with Nathaniel Falcon! Have you lost your minds?"

Recognition dawned on their drunken faces.

They dropped to their knees, trembling. "M-Mr. Falcon, please forgive us..."

Nathaniel gave them one contemptuous glance before turning away. He seized Harrison's wrist again, dragging her toward the VIP section.

The luxurious private room swallowed them whole as Nathaniel tossed Harrison onto the plush bed.

She barely had time to sit up before he caged her beneath him, one knee on the mattress, his powerful arms boxing her in. His dominance was absolute.

"Harrison, what the hell do you want?"

The fight's adrenaline still coursed through him as he glared down.

Harrison tilted her delicate chin up, meeting his gaze. "Mr. Falcon, we need to talk."

"So you thought dressing like some seductress would get my attention?" His voice cut like a blade.

Why was he being like this?

If he'd just listened before, she wouldn't have resorted to this.

Harrison's lips curved into a teasing smile. "Don't you enjoy seeing me play the temptress?"

Nathaniel stilled, caught off guard.

She leaned closer, her voice dripping with clever charm. "You've been so wrapped up in Daphne's arms lately, I could barely get a word in. If you're such a degenerate, I figured I'd give you something worth looking at."

Did she just call him a degenerate?

Only she would dare.

Nathaniel pinched her soft cheek, his lips twisting in mockery. "You think you're some prize? If I were that kind of man, do you honestly think I'd settle for you?"

Releasing her, he stood to leave.

Harrison bit her lip, mind racing.

He was right. What beautiful woman hadn't thrown herself at Nathaniel Falcon? Isabella and Daphne each possessed their own allure. If he truly was the man she implied, he'd be drowning in beauties.