Chapter 364

Isabella, Penelope, and Victoria all felt utterly humiliated.

Harrison turned her gaze to Nathaniel. "Do you believe me now?"

Her sparkling eyes held a mischievous glimmer.

When Nathaniel saw Oliver's arm still draped around her, his jaw tightened visibly.

This little vixen!

Even Oliver had fallen under her spell. She truly knew how to get what she wanted.

"Harrison, we came here to shop. Did anything catch your eye?" Oliver asked, smoothly changing the subject.

The sales associate immediately stepped forward, presenting an exquisite lace gown. "This would look absolutely divine on you, miss."

Harrison nodded. "I'd like to try it."

"Of course. Right this way."

Harrison took the dress into the fitting room.

Isabella, however, was seething. She tugged at Nathaniel's sleeve. "I told you she's trouble! Look at her—already wrapped around Mr. Oliver's finger. He's completely infatuated!"

Nathaniel remained silent, his lips pressed into a thin line.

Just then, Oliver approached. "Mr. Falcon, thank you for looking after her all this time. Since the divorce, you needn't concern yourself with her anymore. I'll take care of her from now on."

Nathaniel's eyes locked onto Oliver's. The tension between the two powerful men was palpable.

Sparks flew.

Then, the sales associate's voice broke the silence. "She's ready."

Both men turned as Harrison emerged from the fitting room, the lace dress clinging to her curves.

The intricate rhinestone detailing shimmered under the lights, the sleek silhouette accentuating every perfect line of her body. Her hair cascaded loosely over her shoulders, and with each step, she moved like a vision—graceful, mesmerizing.

Nathaniel couldn't tear his eyes away.

But Oliver stepped forward, blocking his view, admiration clear in his gaze. "You look breathtaking."

Harrison twirled in front of the mirror, pleased. "I'll take this one."

Oliver handed the associate a sleek black card. "Charge it."

The associate hesitated. "This is a custom piece, with hand-sewn rhinestones. It's quite—"

"Just swipe it," Oliver interrupted firmly.

The associate beamed. "Right away!"

Isabella watched, jealousy burning through her.

She couldn't help but stare at Harrison's flawless figure—every curve in perfect proportion. The dress looked like it was made for her.

"Wait!" Isabella snapped.

Everyone froze.

Harrison and Oliver turned to her.

With a haughty tilt of her chin, Isabella declared, "Harrison, we have the same taste. I want that dress too."

The associate looked uneasy. "I'm sorry, miss, but this is the only one in stock."

Isabella smirked. Perfect.

Slowly, she turned to Harrison. "Take it off. I want it."

She wanted that dress.

Oliver started to speak, but Harrison shook her head subtly.

Isabella looped her arm through Nathaniel's, batting her lashes. "Nathaniel, buy it for me. I'll wear it just for you."