Chapter 473

Nathaniel gazed down at the alluring Isabella beneath him, his stern expression softening as he leaned closer.

Meanwhile, Harrison had returned to her penthouse. She soaked in a steaming bubble bath before changing into a silk nightdress. Just as she settled onto the plush sofa, her phone chimed with a notification.

It was a WhatsApp message from Isabella. A voice note.

Harrison tapped play. Isabella's breathy moans immediately filled the room.

"Nathaniel...not so rough...ah!"

Harrison's porcelain face remained impassive as the recording played. She hadn't expected Isabella to send such...vivid evidence of their encounter.

Apparently, Nathaniel and Isabella had already crossed that line. And Isabella wanted her to know.

Without reacting, Harrison set her phone aside and resumed reading.

Hours later, the doorbell rang.

Who could be visiting at this hour?

Harrison opened the door to find Isabella standing there, still wearing Nathaniel's dress shirt.

"Did you enjoy my little gift?" Isabella purred, leaning against the doorframe.

Harrison arched an eyebrow. "Your acting skills need work."

Isabella's smirk faltered. This wasn't the reaction she'd anticipated. "If that's all, I have things to do," Harrison said, starting to close the door.

But Isabella shoved past her, striding into the penthouse without invitation. "This is trespassing," Harrison stated coldly.

Isabella ignored her, marveling at the lavish decor. Nathaniel's penthouse had impressed her, but Harrison's was equally opulent.

"How can someone like you afford this?" Isabella spat, jealousy dripping from every word.

Harrison's glacial stare didn't waver. "Easily. Unlike you."

Isabella's face flushed crimson. "You—"

"Last warning," Harrison interrupted calmly. "Leave now, or I'll call security. Again."

The memory of being dragged out by building security with Victoria and Penelope still burned in Isabella's mind.

"Fine! I'm going!" she snapped.

As she turned, something on the side table caught her eye. Her breath hitched. There it was—the very thing she needed.

"Open the door!" Isabella demanded.

Harrison obliged, unlocking the entrance.

In one fluid motion, Isabella snatched the object from the table and slipped it into her pocket.

Harrison held the door open. "Don't come back."

Isabella sauntered out, and Harrison slammed the door behind her.

Far from upset, Isabella felt triumphant as she returned to Nathaniel's penthouse.

Nathaniel had just emerged from an ice-cold shower. He'd only pushed Isabella onto the bed before regaining control. Nothing had happened.

Frustrated by his rejection, Isabella had fabricated the voice note to make Harrison believe otherwise.

Nathaniel's patience had worn thin. "Enough games. Show me the crystal pendant."

Isabella flashed a coy smile. "So eager. Don't you trust me? Don't you believe I'm your savior?"