Chapter 358

Victoria scoffed, her lips curling in disdain. "Harrison, you still deny following Nathaniel here? This is clearly stalking behavior! How pathetic. You even knew he lived on the 9th floor. Are you obsessed? What's wrong with you?"

Harrison turned to Nathaniel, her expression unreadable. "You live on the 9th floor?"

Nathaniel merely flicked his gaze toward Unit 901. "This one's mine."

Harrison nodded. "Interesting."

She strode to the door of Unit 902, punched in the code, and the lock clicked open smoothly.

Isabella, Penelope, and Victoria stood frozen, jaws slack.

Harrison lived in Unit 902? She actually owned a place at The Regal Estates—and she was right across from Nathaniel?!

Harrison stepped inside but paused before closing the door. She glanced back at them, a faint smirk playing on her lips. "Well, you weren’t entirely wrong. We are neighbors."

The door shut with a decisive thud.

Victoria sucked in a sharp breath.

What kind of twisted luck did this woman have? How had she suddenly acquired a luxury car and a penthouse? Was this even the same Harrison they knew?

Isabella, still reeling, whirled toward Nathaniel. "Harrison actually bought a place here? And she’s living right across from you?"

Nathaniel stared at the closed door, his brow furrowing slightly. He hadn’t spoken to Harrison in weeks. He had no idea about any of this.

Isabella was losing it. "How much did you give her? Look at how she’s spending money like it’s nothing! Luxury cars, penthouses—what’s next? A private jet? A yacht? Is she planning to buy her own island?"

Harrison came from nothing. Meanwhile, Isabella could barely afford her designer wardrobe, let alone a penthouse in The Regal Estates. What made her so special?

Penelope scoffed. "Mr. Falcon, I understand giving Harrison some settlement money, but this is excessive! Does she think she can just marry rich and walk away with a fortune?"

Nathaniel pulled out his phone and checked his banking alerts.

Nothing.

No transactions. No withdrawals.

Harrison had been crashing at the dorms the past few days. She hadn’t touched a single cent of his money.

Yet here she was—driving a high-end car and living in one of the most exclusive addresses in Willowbrook.

The money meant nothing to Nathaniel. But one question burned in his mind: Where did she get it?

His jaw tightened. "She hasn’t spent my money."

Isabella let out a disbelieving laugh. "You’re lying! If she didn’t take your money, then where did it come from? Sure, she’s smart, but she’s been a housewife since graduation! She’s never worked a day in her life, and now she’s living like this?"

Her voice rose, shrill with frustration. Before she could continue, two security guards approached.

"Ma’am, keep your voice down. The Regal Estates has a strict noise policy."

Isabella blinked. "Excuse me?"

"We received a complaint from Unit 902. The resident reported excessive noise. Please take any disputes outside and refrain from disturbing others," the guard stated firmly.

Isabella’s face flushed with rage. Harrison had called security on her?

"Harrison, get out here right now!" she shrieked.

She lunged toward the door, ready to pound on it.

The guards moved faster. One seized her arm, the other blocked her path, and within seconds, they had her pinned to the ground.

The security at The Regal Estates was legendary—the most elite in Willowbrook. Isabella was now experiencing it firsthand.

One guard held a stun gun, his voice icy. "Ma’am, this is your final warning. Any further disturbance will result in immediate removal."