Chapter 467

Harrison stepped into her penthouse. The moment she kicked off her heels, her phone buzzed violently.

Oliver's name flashed on the screen.

She swiped to answer. "Oliver?"

"Harrison! You're finally awake!" His voice dripped with mischief. "How was your little sleepover at Mr. Falcon's place?"

Her fingers tightened around the phone. "What do you mean Nathaniel's place?"

"He carried you there last night. Straight to his penthouse. I tried to intervene, but let's be real - I wouldn't stand a chance against him in a fight."

Harrison's breath hitched.

She must have passed out in Nathaniel's car. But why take her to his home? They weren't together anymore.

"Something brewing between you two?" Oliver probed.

"We're divorced." Her voice turned to steel. "That chapter is closed."

No more blurred lines. No more accidental closeness. Nathaniel Falcon belonged in her past.

"Fair enough. Meet me at The Velvet Lounge tonight? I've invited Dr. Pembroke. Your little surprise visit to Vitalis Health yesterday gave him quite the scare."

"See you there." She ended the call.

Across town, Nathaniel's office at Falcon Enterprises hummed with tension. Dominic stood at attention, delivering his report. "We've hit a wall, sir. That mountain cave from years ago? Completely off-grid. Only two leads remain - Ms. Harrison and Ms. Isabella."

Nathaniel's jaw tightened. Expected. If evidence existed, he'd have found it years ago. That's why he'd never questioned Isabella's story.

Until now.

Now, everything felt unstable.

He rose, his silhouette stark against the floor-to-ceiling windows. "Contact Isabella. Dinner tonight at The Velvet Lounge. My treat."

Dominic nodded. "Smart move. She's been calling nonstop. This will make her week."

Nathaniel's eyes darkened. "No warnings. No hints. I want to see who's been playing me. And when I find out..." His voice dropped to a dangerous whisper. "There will be consequences."

Dominic hesitated. "If you had to choose... who would you want that girl to be? Harrison or Isabella?"

Nathaniel froze. The question hung between them.

Truthfully? He didn't know.

Right now, only the truth mattered.

That evening, Isabella arrived at the restaurant like a vision. Her white couture gown clung to every curve, her makeup flawless. This dinner meant everything - Nathaniel had been distant lately. This was her chance to reclaim his attention.

The maître d' seated them at a prime window table. Crystal glasses caught the candlelight as Isabella beamed across the linen. "To what do I owe this wonderful surprise?"

Nathaniel's expression softened expertly. "I've been... distracted lately. Tonight's about making that up to you."

He knew exactly how to wield his charm. Isabella melted instantly, reaching for his hand. "Just hearing you say that... I thought you'd stopped loving me."

Nathaniel enclosed her fingers in his. "Never."