Chapter 25

Nathaniel's gaze dropped to the photograph, his icy blue eyes narrowing dangerously. That Ferrari was unmistakable.

He looked at Alexander. "Was the woman driving this car?"

Alexander nodded, a smirk playing on his lips. "Yes. And she lost me. Quite impressive, actually."

Nathaniel remembered clearly—he had gifted that exact Ferrari to Harrison. Along with a hefty check, he'd given her several cars and properties. At the time, Dominic had mentioned she'd only chosen the sports car. It had struck him as odd—why would a woman from the countryside pick a high-performance vehicle?

Nathaniel knew Alexander's driving skills well. They raced together occasionally. But Harrison? She shouldn’t have been able to handle a car like that, let alone outmaneuver Alexander.

Just then, Dominic approached. "Sir."

Nathaniel stood. "Excuse me for a moment."

He stepped out of the lavish private room into a dimly lit corridor. Dominic lowered his voice. "Sir, Mrs. Falcon called earlier. She took the Ferrari out tonight. Reports say she was involved in a street race—ended up crashing into a wall. The front end is completely wrecked."

Nathaniel's expression darkened. "Is she hurt?"

Dominic shook his head quickly. "No injuries, sir. Should we send the car back to Italy for repairs?"

A cold edge crept into Nathaniel's voice. "No. Scrap it."

Dominic blinked. "Sir?"

"Destroy the car. I don’t want a single trace left. Understood?"

Dominic swallowed hard. Whoever had provoked the boss had a death wish—his temper was lethal when provoked. "Yes, sir."

"Go."

Dominic hurried off, leaving Nathaniel standing alone. A slow, humorless smile curved his lips.

He had clearly underestimated Harrison.

She had caught Alexander’s attention.

Alexander was looking for her.

Nathaniel hadn’t expected Alexander—a man with impossibly high standards—to show interest in someone like Harrison. They could all play their little games, but not Alexander.

Nathaniel returned to the private room. Alexander glanced up. "Everything alright?"

Nathaniel’s face remained impassive. "Just urgent paperwork. I’ve instructed Dominic to look into the car. You’ll hear if there’s news."

Alexander nodded. "Good."

Both Isabella and Arabella wore displeased expressions. Tonight was supposed to be about welcoming Alexander back, with Willowbrook’s most beautiful women by his side. Instead, the conversation had shifted to some unknown woman.

Arabella clenched her fists. Who was this nobody who had somehow caught Alexander’s eye?

Isabella, too, couldn’t fathom who in Willowbrook could possibly outshine her. Determined to reclaim the spotlight, she rose with a dazzling smile.

"Nathaniel, Alexander—how about a dance to liven things up?"

The room erupted in excitement. Sebastian and the other wealthy heirs cheered.

"Isabella! The prima ballerina performing for free?"

"We’re beyond lucky tonight!"

"Who could possibly compete with Isabella’s dancing?"

"Give her a round of applause!"

Under the eager gazes and thunderous applause, Isabella began her performance.

She had trained in ballet since childhood. Every movement was effortless, every spin mesmerizing. She lifted her leg gracefully, twirling with breathtaking precision, holding the room captive with her beauty.