Chapter 310

Harrison turned her gaze toward Nathaniel. "My boyfriend is just as remarkable as Mr. Falcon."

Her eyes sparkled with genuine admiration, as if she truly had someone extraordinary in her life. Nathaniel's sharp brows furrowed slightly, his expression darkening.

"Hahaha!"

The Whitmore family erupted in laughter, clearly unconvinced.

Margaret scoffed. "Harrison, stop making up stories. There's no way someone like that would be interested in you!"

Victoria added with a sneer, "You're only embarrassing yourself, dear."

Harrison arched a delicate eyebrow. She thought of the unread message on her phone—the one from Oliver.

[Arriving in Willowbrook in two days.]

Her third senior was coming. She hadn’t lied.

"I have somewhere to be," she announced coolly before turning on her heel and walking away.

The whispers exploded behind her. "Pathetic! She actually made up a rich, handsome boyfriend to save face!"

"Delusional. Men like that don’t settle for nobodies like her."

Isabella, still clinging to Nathaniel's arm, laughed mockingly. "Nathaniel, our divorce must have really messed with her head. She’s so desperate to find someone like you!"

Nathaniel’s gaze lingered on the spot where Harrison had disappeared, his expression unreadable.

Harrison stepped out of the Whitmore estate and onto the quiet street, scanning for a cab.

Taxis were scarce in this part of town, and she’d already been waiting far too long.

Then, the low purr of an engine broke the silence.

A sleek Rolls-Royce Phantom rolled to a stop beside her.

Nathaniel’s car.

The tinted window slid down, revealing his sharp, handsome features. "Need a ride?"

Harrison nodded stiffly. "Yes."

"This isn’t a taxi zone. Get in."

He was offering her a lift?

She hesitated. She didn’t want to accept, but it was getting late. With a reluctant sigh, she muttered, "Thanks, Mr. Falcon."

She moved to open the back door—

Click.

The locks engaged.

Harrison froze, her hand hovering mid-air.

Nathaniel’s fingers tapped idly against the steering wheel. He leaned back, his cool gaze mocking. "Where’s that perfect boyfriend of yours? Shouldn’t he be picking you up?"

Her jaw dropped.

Now she understood. He hadn’t intended to let her in at all. This was just another game to him.

Nathaniel smirked, his eyes raking over her with amused disdain. "All that big talk about having an impressive man. What a little liar you are."

A liar.

Heat flooded her cheeks. Her fists clenched. "You—!"

Before she could finish, the engine roared to life, and the Phantom sped off, leaving her standing there, fuming.

That man was insufferable!

Nathaniel glanced in the rearview mirror, watching as Harrison stomped her foot in frustration.

A low chuckle escaped him.

Harrison gritted her teeth.

Nathaniel Falcon, just you wait.