Chapter 642

Harrison studied Isabella and Arabella with an amused glint in her eyes. "Who told you my name doesn't appear on the Forbes list?"

"It doesn't," Isabella snapped. "We've combed through every page—there's no Harrison listed anywhere!"

Both women stood their ground, certain of their facts. The name Harrison would have jumped out immediately if it had been there.

Harrison's lips curved into a knowing smile. "Naturally, my name isn't on that list. I go by something else."

"What are you talking about?" Isabella frowned, her confusion evident.

Arabella rolled her eyes. "Stop spinning tales. Just walk away before you humiliate yourself further."

Harrison tilted her head slightly. "Humiliate me? Perhaps you should take another look."

Just then, the event coordinator stepped forward, positioning himself beside Harrison. "Ms. Harrison is the distinguished guest of honor at this year's Celestial Gala. As the host representative, we will not tolerate any disrespect toward her."

As he spoke, a team of black-suited security personnel materialized, forming a protective barrier behind Harrison.

Isabella and Arabella paled. They exchanged stunned glances before turning back to the coordinator.

"Harrison? Guest of honor? That can't be right!"

The coordinator shook his head. "There's no mistake. You simply don't understand who Ms. Harrison truly is."

"Then enlighten us," Isabella demanded, her voice trembling.

The coordinator raised his voice, ensuring every guest heard. "Ms. Harrison is none other than Seraphina—the reclusive billionaire behind the largest biotech empire in the world!"

Harrison was Seraphina?

Isabella and Arabella gasped in unison, their eyes darting between the coordinator and Harrison as if the words were a physical blow.

"That's impossible!" Isabella blurted.

Arabella, still reeling, added, "Seraphina is famously private—no one knows what she looks like! How could Harrison possibly be her?"

Harrison's smile deepened as she retrieved a small pin from her clutch. The delicate golden needle gleamed as she fastened it to her gown.

Isabella and Arabella froze.

The engraved nameplate read:

Seraphina.

At that moment, Harrison's assistant stepped forward, her patience clearly exhausted. "This is our CEO, Seraphina. How could you two be so blind?"

The ballroom erupted in murmurs.

"My God—she's Seraphina!" a guest exclaimed.

"We came hoping to catch a glimpse of her! I never imagined she'd be this breathtaking!"

"And to think Ms. Lancaster accused her of sneaking in. Talk about irony."

Isabella and Arabella staggered back as if struck. Three years ago, they'd orchestrated Harrison's downfall, forcing her into exile. Now she stood before them—radiant, untouchable, and more powerful than ever.

How?

Why?

Nathaniel stepped forward, his gaze locked onto Harrison. He'd suspected the truth from the moment she entered the room.

She was Seraphina.

His mind raced as he absorbed the revelation. Harrison had always been extraordinary—always holding his attention, never letting him look away.

Now he understood.

Their connection had been written in the stars long before tonight.