Chapter 362

Penelope instantly straightened her posture, her crimson lips twisting into a smirk. "Harrison, there's no need for jealousy. Dr. Sinclair is my fiancé, and our wedding is just around the corner."

Harrison nodded slowly. "So you've multiplied your assets tenfold. When exactly is Dr. Sinclair transferring that fortune to you? Has he given you a timeline?"

Margaret hesitated, caught off guard. "Well..."

"Ah, so he hasn't specified." Harrison's tone was light but pointed. "He can promise you the moon, but until the money's in your hands, it's just words. And I'll say it again—he's a fraud. Be careful."

Penelope's face darkened instantly. Dr. Sinclair was her pride, her ultimate trophy, and she wouldn't tolerate anyone tarnishing his reputation.

"You're just jealous!" she spat. "You can't stand that I have someone like him!"

Isabella's voice dripped with mockery. "Oh, Harrison isn't just jealous of you. She's jealous of me too—because I have Nathaniel."

Before Harrison could respond, a deep, commanding voice cut through the tension.

"What's going on here?"

Harrison looked up.

Nathaniel had arrived.

Isabella immediately latched onto his arm. "You're here! We were just chatting with Harrison. She's so envious—of me because I have you, and of Penelope because she has Dr. Sinclair."

"Those are your words, not mine," Harrison clarified quickly.

Victoria chimed in with a smirk. "There's no shame in admitting envy, Harrison. No need to be coy about it."

Harrison resisted the urge to roll her eyes. The Whitmore family really was something else. "I don't envy any of you. I have a boyfriend. I didn't come here alone—I'm here with him."

Boyfriend?

Margaret scoffed. "Ah, yes. The wealthy boyfriend you claimed to have. Still clinging to that story? Look at you—educated but jobless. What wealthy man would waste his time on you?"

Penelope sneered. "Sure, you drive a luxury car and live in a mansion, but that's all Falcon Enterprises' money. It won't last forever."

Harrison smiled, tilting her head. "You're mistaken. The car, the mansion—they were gifts from my boyfriend. I haven't touched a cent of Falcon's money. After all, my boyfriend is just as wealthy."

Isabella let out a derisive laugh. "Stop lying! Who in all of Willowbrook could possibly compete with Nathaniel?"

Harrison remained silent, her smile unshaken.

Nathaniel studied her face, his expression unreadable. "If you came with your boyfriend, where is he? I'd like to meet him."

Victoria added, "If he's as rich as you claim, why not introduce him?"

Margaret waved a dismissive hand. "Enough of this nonsense. Let's just shop."

Harrison lifted her gaze—just in time to see Oliver returning from his call. Her lips curved into a sweet smile as she addressed the group.

"Since you're all so curious about my boyfriend... here he is."

She gestured ahead.

The group turned—and froze.

Oliver was walking toward them, his presence commanding the room.

Isabella, Penelope, Margaret, and Victoria all gasped in unison, their expressions stunned.

"Mr. Oliver?" Isabella whispered, disbelief coloring her voice.