Chapter 313
Sebastian froze mid-step. "Harrison, how could you possibly know my dream girl dislikes red roses?"
Margaret quickly interjected, "Don't listen to her nonsense. She's just jealous that a brilliant woman has caught your attention and wants to stir up trouble." Sebastian's patience snapped as he warned, "Harrison, don't you dare ruin this for me. I'm officially pursuing her now!"
Harrison found the whole situation amusing. With a knowing smirk, she replied, "Best of luck, Sebastian."
He scoffed in response.
Isabella wasn't about to let the conversation linger on the mysterious genius. She redirected her mockery toward Harrison. "Nathaniel, Harrison came to the Global Scholars Forum without an invitation."
Nathaniel turned his piercing gaze to Harrison, voice low. "No invitation?"
Harrison shook her head. "None."
A smirk played on Nathaniel's lips. "Seems your so-called impressive boyfriend isn't so impressive after all - couldn't even secure you an invitation."
Harrison remained silent.
It was becoming obvious Nathaniel had an unhealthy fixation on her boyfriend. He couldn't stop mentioning him, almost obsessively.
Rosalind stepped forward, addressing Nathaniel directly. "Mr. Falcon, we don't have invitations. Could you assist us?"
Nathaniel's cold eyes studied Harrison's striking features. "Do you want my help?"
Harrison shook her head again. "No, thank you."
Rosalind shot Harrison a panicked look, whispering urgently, "Harrison! We need to get in! Let Mr. Falcon help us."
Harrison smiled gently. "Rosalind, we don't need his assistance."
Isabella and Arabella exchanged glances before turning back to Harrison. "Stop being stubborn. Without Mr. Falcon's help, how do you plan to enter?"
"Exactly! If you're so confident, walk right in yourself!"
The group watched Harrison's predicament with barely concealed amusement.
Harrison straightened her posture, taking Rosalind's hand firmly. "Let's go."
She led Rosalind forward with unwavering confidence - straight toward the VIP entrance.
Arabella laughed mockingly. "Harrison, the regular entrance is over here."
Margaret's face twisted in disgust at Harrison's apparent ignorance of the venue layout.
But Harrison didn't turn. While the general entrance was to the left, she marched directly toward the exclusive VIP passage.
A collective gasp rippled through the crowd. Margaret's expression shifted instantly. "Wait - why is she heading to the VIP entrance?"
Harrison was walking the VIP path!
Isabella and Arabella both stepped forward, disbelief written across their faces.
The VIP passage was reserved for elites like Nathaniel himself. Regular attendees needed invitations just to use the standard entrance. What was Harrison thinking?
"Nathaniel, why is Harrison using the VIP entrance?" Isabella asked, voice trembling with shock.
Nathaniel's cold gaze followed Harrison as she and Rosalind reached the exclusive entrance. Several staff members with blue badges immediately approached, bowing respectfully. "Ms. Whitmore, we've been expecting you. Right this way."
Harrison's sharp profile remained composed as she nodded and followed them inside, her slender frame disappearing from view.
Nathaniel's eyes narrowed dangerously.
When Isabella tried to speak to him again, he was already striding toward the VIP entrance himself, leaving the stunned crowd behind.
Murmurs erupted among the spectators.
"How did Harrison get VIP access?"
"What's happening?"
"Who exactly is she?"