Chapter 411

Harrison witnessed the entire scene unfold before her eyes. The woman nestled in Nathaniel's arms was gazing up at him with adoration, while he returned her stare with lowered lids. His enjoyment of the attention was painfully obvious.

She quickly looked away. "That's enough. Mr. Falcon and I aren't together. Since Isabella hasn't commented on this matter, neither will I. Let's go."

Without hesitation, Harrison turned on her heel and left with Gabrielle and Rosalind.

Harrison disappeared into the restroom while her friends waited outside.

"Nathaniel doesn't deserve Harrison," Gabrielle muttered.

Rosalind's eyes suddenly lit up with mischief. "Wait, I've got an idea."

She pulled out her phone, selected a stunning photo of Harrison, and posted it to her social media with the caption: [Gorgeous single woman ready to mingle.]

After hitting send, Rosalind winked triumphantly. "If Mr. Falcon can have beautiful women throwing themselves at him, let's find Harrison someone special online. His reaction will be priceless."

Gabrielle immediately gave an approving nod. "Rosalind, you're brilliant."

"Naturally," Rosalind replied with a proud smirk.

Gabrielle suddenly frowned. "Wait, you have Nathaniel's social media?" Rosalind hesitated briefly before lying smoothly. "We exchanged contacts when Harrison and I were roommates."

Inside the lavish private room, Nathaniel remained unfazed by the executives' teasing. His gaze remained fixed on the woman still clinging to him.

"Will you remove yourself, or shall I have security escort you out?"

The woman froze. As the lead dancer of The Velvet Lounge, she was accustomed to admirers. She'd set her sights on Nathaniel the moment he entered, confident in her charms. His cold rejection shattered her illusions.

"My apologies, Mr. Falcon..." she stammered, hastily disentangling herself.

Nathaniel's chiseled features remained impassive. "Leave."

"Y-yes, sir."

The woman fled the room.

The executives chuckled. "Seems Mr. Falcon isn't interested in tonight's entertainment."

"Still seeing Ms. Isabella? She must be keeping you satisfied."

Nathaniel ignored them, pulling out his phone. Rosalind's post appeared immediately in his feed - a breathtaking photo of Harrison.

He tapped the image. Harrison wore a daring white halter dress that showcased her flawless back. The plunging neckline and exposed skin created a dangerously alluring silhouette that bordered on scandalous.

Gorgeous single woman ready to mingle?

Through mutual connections, the post was already gaining traction. Comments poured in:

[Who is this angel?]

[Introduce me immediately!]

[I'd propose on the spot!]

Nathaniel's jaw tightened. He opened Rosalind's profile and sent a terse message: [Take it down.]

The commanding tone was unmistakably his.

Rosalind burst out laughing at the message. "Oh, he's definitely panicking now."

Just then, Harrison emerged from the restroom. "What's so funny?"

"Nothing important," Rosalind said, quickly pocketing her phone. "Shall we head back?"

Harrison nodded. "Let's go."

As they passed the bar, the pulsing beat of electronic music filled the air. The dance floor throbbed with energetic bodies.

Two excited girls rushed past them.

"Hurry! The main act is starting! Oh my god, have you seen him? Absolute perfection! Tonight's going to be wild!"