Chapter 365

Isabella demanded the dress from Harrison.

Her toxic jealousy couldn't stand being overshadowed by Harrison. That gown had to be hers. No way would she let Harrison steal her moment.

This wasn't new. At the hot springs last month, Isabella had snatched the bikini Harrison wanted right from under her nose.

Nathaniel's gaze locked onto Harrison.

Oliver's arm slid around Harrison's waist, pulling her close. "Mr. Falcon," he drawled, "there's a hierarchy to these things. First come, first served. Surely you understand?"

Nathaniel's eyes darkened as they followed Oliver's possessive grip. The casual shoulder touch earlier had been irritating enough. But this? His fingers dug into his palms.

Isabella pouted, deploying her signature manipulative charm. "Nathaniel, now that Oliver's Harrison's boyfriend, she thinks she's untouchable. You're my man. You wouldn't let me lose to her, would you?"

Nathaniel's jaw tightened before turning to Oliver. "Rules are flexible, Mr. Sinclair. Power dictates them."

Oliver arched a brow. "Meaning?"

Nathaniel's stare shifted to Harrison. "Isabella wants that dress. Take it off and give it to her."

He actually ordered her to strip in public.

Oliver's smile remained, but his voice turned lethal. "Then it seems we have a duel, Mr. Falcon. A real man fights for his woman."

Oliver held Harrison while Nathaniel stood with Isabella. The boutique's air crackled with tension.

Two titans of industry, about to measure their worth in currency and pride.

Then Harrison spoke.

"No contest needed. I'll give her the dress."

Oliver blinked. "What—"

Harrison silenced him with a look. "It's just fabric."

She disappeared into the dressing room, emerging moments later with the folded gown. "Here, Isabella."

Isabella's triumphant smirk faltered when Harrison added, "Enjoy my hand-me-downs. Again."

The barb hit its mark. Isabella's face twisted. "You little—"

Oliver cut in smoothly. "Problem, Ms. Isabella? You got what you wanted. Or is throwing tantrums your default setting? Nathaniel, your girlfriend's mood swings must be exhausting."

Victoria intervened quickly. "Isabella, why not try it on for Nathaniel?"

Smart play. Isabella's ballerina physique would outshine Harrison's in that dress.

Penelope nodded eagerly. "You'll look ten times better than her!"

Harrison merely smiled as Isabella snatched the dress. Her fingers opened—letting the fabric flutter down like alms to a beggar.

The ultimate power move.