Chapter 552

"Mrs. Victoria, please don't blame Nathaniel. It's all Harrison's fault—she's a master at manipulating men. Because of her, Nathaniel refuses to honor our engagement now," Isabella said, her voice trembling with feigned distress.

Victoria turned to Henry, her expression apologetic. "I deeply regret this situation."

Henry arched a brow, his tone measured. "Our families have an agreement, but if Nathaniel no longer wishes to marry Isabella, we won't force him. However, my daughter loves him unconditionally. As her father, I only want her happiness."

His gaze softened as he looked at Isabella. He would move mountains for her, even if it meant defying the heavens themselves.

Victoria nodded. "I understand. The engagement will stand. I'll speak with Harrison personally."

Meanwhile, Harrison had just returned to her apartment at The Regal Residences. With her plans to leave for Florentia already in motion, she was tying up loose ends when the doorbell rang.

Who could that be?

She opened the door to find a group of black-suited bodyguards and Victoria's personal maid, Beatrice, standing outside.

Beatrice studied her with cool detachment. "Ms. Harrison Whitmore?"

Harrison nodded. "Yes. And you are?"

"Mrs. Victoria is in Willowbrook and wishes to see you."

Harrison glanced at the imposing figures behind Beatrice. "I assume refusal isn't an option?"

Beatrice smiled thinly. "You're as sharp as they say. I hear you're expecting. Please, come with us."

Harrison wasn't surprised. She had anticipated this confrontation. "Fine. Let's go."

Just then, Rosalind stormed in. "Where are you going? Who are these people?"

"It's alright," Harrison reassured her. "Nathaniel's mother wants to talk. I'll be back soon."

"This way," Beatrice interjected.

Harrison followed her out, leaving Rosalind standing helplessly in the doorway.

"Harrison!" Rosalind called after her, but it was too late. She immediately dialed Nathaniel.

At Falcon Enterprises, Nathaniel was reviewing contracts when his phone lit up with Rosalind's name. He answered instantly.

"Nathaniel, something's wrong! Harrison's been taken!" Rosalind's voice was frantic.

Nathaniel's pen stilled mid-air. "What?"

"Your mother—she sent people for her!"

His grip on the phone tightened. "Where are they now?"

"I don't know! They just took her!"

Nathaniel's jaw clenched. His mother had crossed a line.

"Understood. I'll handle it." Hanging up, he turned to Dominic. "Find out where my mother and Harrison are. Now."

Dominic nodded. "Right away, sir."

Harrison was escorted to a lavish hotel suite. Beatrice opened the door, revealing Victoria seated regally in her wheelchair.

Victoria's sharp eyes raked over Harrison, her expression dripping with icy disdain. "So. You're the infamous Harrison Whitmore."