Chapter 438

Scarface gave Nathaniel the address and ended the call without ceremony.

Victoria spoke up immediately, her voice trembling. "Mr. Falcon, you must save Isabella! Her heart condition—she can't endure this kind of stress!"

Oliver shot Nathaniel a worried glance. "Harrison is with them too. You have to bring her back."

Nathaniel didn't reply. His expression darkened as he turned on his heel and strode out without another word.

Inside the warehouse, Scarface smirked at Harrison and Isabella.

"Tsk, tsk," he mused, circling them. "You can criticize the wealthy for many things, but never their taste. Mr. Falcon's ex-wife and his mistress—both stunning. Enough to make any man envious."

One of his men chuckled. "Boss, we've got time. Why not have some fun with them first?"

Scarface rolled up his sleeves and grabbed Harrison's chin, forcing her to look at him. "Let's start with the ex-wife. I wonder what kind of woman could hold Mr. Falcon's attention."

His fingers moved toward the collar of her blouse, ready to tear it open.

Harrison didn't flinch. Her voice was ice-cold. "Touch me, and you won't live to regret it."

Scarface froze.

Even with the angry red handprint marring her cheek, her gaze was steady, fearless. "If you're smart, you'll walk away with your hundred million. But if you lay a finger on me, you won't leave this warehouse alive."

Slowly, Scarface withdrew his hand.

Isabella shot Harrison a venomous glare. "Harrison, stop pretending! Do you really think Nathaniel came for you? He's here for me! If I weren't here, he wouldn't even spare you a glance!"

Even now, bound and helpless, Isabella couldn't resist her arrogance. Harrison gave her a look of pure disdain.

A voice called from outside. "Boss, Mr. Falcon is here."

Nathaniel had arrived—faster than expected.

The warehouse door burst open with a deafening crash, letting in a gust of frigid air. Nathaniel stood framed in the doorway, his presence alone enough to make the air turn heavy.

His black coat billowed behind him as he stepped inside, his every movement radiating lethal calm.

Scarface grinned and stepped forward. "Mr. Falcon, I'm impressed. You didn't keep me waiting."

Nathaniel's voice was a blade of ice. "Let me see them."

"Of course," Scarface said, gesturing. "Your ex-wife and your mistress—both unharmed."

Nathaniel's gaze swept over the two women tied up on the floor.

Isabella's face lit up. "Nathaniel! I knew you'd come for me! Please, get me out of here—I can't stand another second!"

Nathaniel barely glanced at her before his attention locked onto Harrison.

She sat silently, her eyes meeting his without fear.

His gaze immediately zeroed in on the swollen mark across her cheek.

Scarface stepped closer, still grinning. "The women are fine. Did you bring the money?"

Nathaniel turned to him, his voice dangerously soft. "Did you hit her?"

Scarface hesitated. "I—"

Nathaniel moved faster than thought. His palm cracked across Scarface's face with enough force to send him stumbling back.

Scarface clutched his cheek, stunned.

Nathaniel stood tall, his smirk razor-sharp.

"Who gave you the right to lay a hand on her?"