Chapter 235

The understated elegance of the conference room at Falcon Enterprises shimmered under the soft lighting. Nathaniel stood tall in his tailored black suit, every inch the powerful CEO. He led his executive team in negotiations with Lucien Dubois, the head of LVMA.

"Mrs. Falcon, your husband's Francais is remarkable! He's fluent in over twenty languages without needing interpreters," the receptionist whispered to Harrison as she served coffee.

Harrison offered a polite smile. "Thank you."

"You're most welcome. I'll leave you to your thoughts," the receptionist bowed before exiting.

Alone now, Harrison's sharp gaze drifted through the floor-to-ceiling windows, locking onto Nathaniel inside.

Nathaniel conversed effortlessly with Lucien in perfect Francais. This was his world - high-stakes deals, power plays, and prestige. Even through the glass, Harrison could feel the electric energy of the business summit. Nathaniel thrived in this environment, the epitome of success and sophistication.

No wonder women like Isabella and now Daphne couldn't resist him.

In business mode, Nathaniel appeared untouchable - cold, distinguished, and utterly composed.

Yet Harrison knew better. She remembered how he'd cornered her, how his polished exterior hid raw desire. A well-dressed predator, that's what he truly was.

A mischievous idea sparked. She pulled out her phone and texted "Hubby."

Inside the conference room, Nathaniel's phone vibrated.

Mid-sentence with Lucien, he excused himself to check the message.

[Mr. Falcon, I'm here to beg.]

Nathaniel's gaze snapped up, meeting Harrison's through the glass.

Dressed in her university uniform - white blouse, pleated skirt, and camel-colored varsity jacket - she looked every inch the innocent student. Her dark hair in a high ponytail accentuated her youthful features.

Their eyes locked, tension crackling between them.

Lucien noticed the exchange. "Mr. Falcon, who is that lovely young woman?" he asked in Francais.

"My wife," Nathaniel answered coolly.

"Your wife is still in school?"

Nathaniel merely nodded before refocusing on business. His brief glance at Harrison was clear dismissal - she would wait.

This only fueled Harrison's mischief. Watching Nathaniel - all sharp angles and controlled power - she sent another message.

Ding!

Nathaniel excused himself again. This time, Harrison had sent a playful GIF - someone suggestively licking a lollipop.

The colorful animation flashed on his screen like an inappropriate pop-up ad. Nathaniel's eyes darkened as they found Harrison's.

His gaze burned with unspoken warning - intense, hungry, promising retribution. That look would have melted lesser women.

But Harrison merely smirked. He wanted to play the untouchable businessman? She'd happily peel away that polished facade, revealing the predator beneath.

Lucien observed their silent exchange. "Your wife has remarkable presence," he remarked. "Like an angel gracing us mortals."