Chapter 28

Harrison deliberately ignored him. "I don't recognize him."

Those four words made Nathaniel's lips twist into a sardonic smirk, silently mocking Harrison.

Harrison might not know Alexander, but Gabrielle certainly did. This was about to get interesting. Alexander was Nathaniel's closest confidant.

Gabrielle laughed lightly. "Alexander, I think we should skip drinks tonight. Harrison needs to get home."

Alexander immediately grabbed his keys. "Then I'll drive you both."

He followed Harrison and Gabrielle as they walked away.

As the trio left, Sebastian and the other wealthy heirs exchanged shocked whispers. "What's happening? Is Alexander interested in Harrison?"

"But Harrison is still married to Nathaniel. Does this mean Nathaniel's about to be betrayed by both his wife and his best friend?" Sebastian blurted.

The moment the words left his mouth, Nathaniel's razor-sharp gaze sliced through him. Sebastian instantly clamped his mouth shut.

Nathaniel snatched his keys. "Enjoy your night. I'm leaving."

Arabella tugged helplessly at Isabella's sleeve. "Isabella, how could Alexander possibly like Harrison? First, she secretly marries Nathaniel, and now she wants them both?"

Isabella's expression darkened with displeasure. She hadn't anticipated Alexander showing interest in Harrison either.

She scoffed. "Her? Don’t waste your worry. Neither Nathaniel nor Alexander would ever seriously want someone like Harrison—a country girl. She doesn’t belong in their world."

Both Nathaniel and Alexander were the most coveted bachelors in Willowbrook’s elite circles. Harrison, with her background, had no place among them.

Isabella hurried after Nathaniel. "Nathaniel, wait for me!"

Arabella stomped her foot, seething. "Harrison, this isn’t over!"

Gabrielle pulled Harrison into Alexander’s sleek sports car, and they sped off.

Soon, Alexander noticed in the rearview mirror—a Rolls-Royce Phantom tailing them. Nathaniel’s car.

Alexander frowned. "Why is Nathaniel following us?"

Gabrielle glanced back, sensing the brewing drama. "Alexander, can you lose Mr. Falcon’s car?"

Alexander grinned. "Nathaniel and I race all the time. He’s methodical—I usually can’t beat him."

His eyes flicked to Harrison in the mirror, admiring her delicate features. "Nathaniel rarely meets his match. Maybe you should race him someday—see who’s better."

Harrison smiled faintly but stayed silent.

The Rolls-Royce clung stubbornly behind them. Alexander slammed the accelerator, determined to shake Nathaniel off.

Behind them, Nathaniel’s grip tightened on the wheel. He matched Alexander’s speed effortlessly. Isabella sat rigid in the passenger seat.

The car lurched forward violently.

Isabella’s stomach dropped. "Nathaniel, slow down! You’re going too fast!"

Nathaniel’s expression remained icy, his sharp profile cutting through the neon-lit streets like a blade. He ignored her completely.

Isabella, already pale, clutched the seat. Her heart pounded erratically. "Nathaniel, stop the car—STOP! NO—AHHH!"