Chapter 363

Oliver had arrived.

Isabella and the others had met him yesterday at Vitalis Health, but seeing him again now made their expressions shift dramatically.

Oliver approached Harrison and placed a hand on her shoulder. "I just stepped away to take a call. Did I miss something interesting?"

Harrison flashed a playful smirk. "No, you're right on time. They all wanted to meet my boyfriend, and I told them it was you."

She gave Oliver a knowing look.

He understood instantly. Wrapping an arm around Harrison's slender waist, he turned to the others. "And who do we have here?"

Harrison introduced them one by one. "This is Margaret, Victoria, Isabella, and Penelope Whitmore."

Her gaze lingered on Nathaniel's refined features. The moment Oliver entered, Nathaniel's expression darkened.

Clearly, Nathaniel hadn't expected her boyfriend to be Oliver.

"And this needs no introduction—Mr. Falcon," Harrison added casually.

Oliver turned to Nathaniel. "No introduction needed. We've crossed paths before. Hello, Mr. Falcon. Since I'm in your territory now, I hope you'll show me some hospitality."

Nathaniel's lips pressed into a thin line. "So, you're Harrison's boyfriend?"

Oliver tightened his hold on Harrison. "Isn't it obvious?"

Isabella, Penelope, Victoria, and Margaret stood frozen, struggling to process the scene. Harrison had claimed to have a wealthy boyfriend, but they'd dismissed it as a lie. Now, the infamous Oliver from Florentia was standing right here as her boyfriend?

How was this possible? Was this some kind of joke?

"Mr. Oliver, how could you be dating Harrison? Did you know she was married before?" Isabella blurted out.

Oliver smiled faintly. "Of course."

"Then why—"

Was the renowned Oliver seriously interested in a divorced woman?

Oliver glanced at Nathaniel. "Mr. Falcon is Harrison's ex-husband, right? I suppose great minds think alike. Harrison is extraordinary. Mr. Falcon loved her, and so do I."

Isabella was speechless.

Penelope scoffed, her voice dripping with disdain. "Mr. Oliver, are you really dating her just because she's some so-called 'genius'? Let me tell you, she's all talk! She doesn't even have a job—just leeching off men."

Oliver arched a brow, looking at Harrison. "Did you tell them that?"

Harrison shook her head innocently. "No, I didn't."

Oliver chuckled. "Harrison is actually out of my league. You have no idea how sought-after she really is."

Isabella and the others, of course, had no clue.

"Let me put it this way—you all know I have two male seniors and a female junior, right?" Oliver continued.

Isabella nodded. "I've heard the junior is your group's favorite."

Oliver grinned. "Exactly. She's incredibly popular in Florentia. The line of men wanting to date her stretches all the way to Francais. Harrison is just as desirable as her."

Isabella stood there, stunned. Was Oliver seriously comparing Harrison to his beloved junior? Could Harrison really measure up?

Harrison smirked. "Not too long ago, you all tried setting me up on a blind date. I told you I already had a boyfriend, and now you've seen for yourselves. The luxury car I drive, the mansion I live in—all thanks to Oliver. None of it came from Mr. Falcon."

Margaret remembered how she'd once tried introducing Harrison to a teacher at the Whitmore estate, thinking he was too good for her.

Now, she felt like Harrison had just put her in her place.