Chapter 471

Harrison's pulse quickened. Tonight, Nathaniel was taking Isabella home—did that mean they'd be sharing a bed?

Isabella shot Harrison a triumphant smirk, savoring every second. "We should get going. You and Dr. Pembroke can chat as long as you like."

She turned to Nathaniel. "Let's go."

Nathaniel held Harrison's gaze for a long, silent moment before wordlessly leading Isabella away.

Lawrence watched them leave, disbelief etched across his face. "How can Mr. Falcon be so blind? Choosing someone like Isabella over you?"

Harrison smiled faintly but stayed silent. Love was complicated—Isabella might be foolish, but Nathaniel clearly still cared for her. True love, indeed.

Lawrence spoke again. "Boss, just imagine Isabella's face when she finds out you're the real CEO of Vitalis Health, the largest publicly traded healthcare corporation in the country. She'll be speechless."

Harrison could already picture it—Isabella's shock would be priceless.

"Not yet. My identity stays hidden for now."

"Understood, boss."

"I'm heading home."

"Safe trip."

Back at Emerald Heights, fate intervened—Harrison ran straight into Nathaniel and Isabella again. They had just arrived at the building.

Isabella practically glowed with satisfaction. "Spending the night alone?"

Harrison didn’t answer.

"You should wish Nathaniel and me a wonderful night," Isabella purred, her voice dripping with innuendo.

Harrison wasn’t fazed. A playful glint lit her eyes. "How amusing. I slept in his bed last night."

Isabella paled. "Y-You slept with Nathaniel?"

Harrison shrugged. "Didn’t he tell you? His bed was quite comfortable. If that bothers you, maybe you shouldn’t use it tonight."

Isabella’s temper flared. "Watch your mouth!"

Harrison smiled sweetly. "Oh, but you don’t mind, do you? You’ve always loved taking my leftovers."

Isabella’s rage burned hotter. Harrison always knew exactly how to cut deep.

She whirled toward Nathaniel. "She’s insulting me!"

Nathaniel’s gaze locked onto Harrison. Her eyes were sharp, unyielding, daring him to react.

"Mr. Falcon, you should get checked regularly. Sleeping with different women every night—you might catch something," she said lightly, though her words stung.

Nathaniel’s lips thinned in displeasure.

Isabella snapped. She lunged, hand raised to slap Harrison. "How dare you insult Nathaniel! You’ll regret this!"

But the blow never landed.

Nathaniel caught her wrist mid-air, his grip ironclad.

Isabella gaped at him. "She humiliated you! Why are you protecting her?"

Nathaniel’s expression was unreadable, his thoughts hidden behind dark eyes. He tightened his hold. "Drop it, Isabella. Don’t hurt your hand."

A smug grin spread across Isabella’s face as she turned to Harrison. "Hear that? He’s worried about me."

Harrison gave Nathaniel a dismissive glance before smirking at Isabella.

"I don’t know if he’s worried about your hand, but Isabella… as a woman, you’re a complete failure."