Chapter 670

The abrupt dial tone echoed sharply in Harrison's ear as the call disconnected.

Her fingers tightened around the phone until her knuckles turned white. What dark secrets lay hidden within this exclusive vineyard? For Charlotte and Victoria's safety, she had no other option but to comply.

Nathaniel must never discover her mission.

Returning to Nathaniel's office, Harrison forced calm into her voice. "Rosalind requested to meet me. I'll be stepping out briefly."

Nathaniel barely glanced up from his documents. "Of course. I'll hold down the fort here. Stay safe."

Harrison offered a tight nod before slipping away.

Thirty minutes later, her heels clicked against the cobblestone path leading to the secluded vineyard estate. A uniformed attendant materialized before her. "Ms. Harrison, I presume?"

"That's correct."

"All guests must change for the event. We've prepared appropriate attire for you." The attendant presented a garment bag with gloved hands.

Harrison accepted it wordlessly.

Inside the lavish dressing chamber, she unzipped the bag to reveal a scandalous creation - an onyx slip dress with perilously thin straps, the back plunging to dangerous depths. The fabric shimmered like liquid shadow, designed to provoke.

Swallowing her revulsion, she slipped into the constricting silk.

The dress transformed her - clinging to every curve, highlighting the elegant sweep of her collarbones, the delicate slope of her shoulders. The daring back exposure revealed porcelain skin that seemed to glow under the dim lighting, a siren's call to predators.

Steeling herself, Harrison entered the pulsating chaos of the main hall. The air thickened with cigar smoke and the musky scent of expensive cologne. Dozens of men moved in frenzied rhythm to the deafening bass, their pupils dilated with illicit substances.

Every head swiveled toward her entrance.

A circle of hungry wolves closed around their new prey. "Well, well...our promised entertainment has arrived."

Harrison's glacial gaze swept across them. "Explain yourself."

Their laughter slithered over her skin. "Some anonymous benefactor called tonight - said they'd send us a prime cut of meat to celebrate our monthly gathering."

Understanding dawned like ice water. This was no rescue mission - she'd been delivered as payment.

"Darling, that skin looks smoother than satin."

"That waist could fit in my hands...let's see how long you last tonight."

"Allow me to be the first to taste-"

The boldest reached out, fingers aiming for her cheek. Harrison moved like lightning - seizing his wrist and twisting with surgical precision.

The snap of bone echoed through the sudden silence, followed by his animalistic howl. "Bitch! Let go!"

She tightened her grip, voice dropping to a lethal whisper. "You'll answer my questions. Truthfully."

"Anything! Just release me!"

"Who contacted you?"

"No idea! We host these parties monthly. Some burner number called saying they'd send us fresh meat!"

Harrison's eyes glittered like Arctic ice. A dead end. "Show me the number."

The man fumbled with his phone, displaying the call log.

A disposable virtual number, naturally. These pawns knew nothing.

Just then, her concealed phone vibrated against her thigh.

With a dismissive flick, she sent her captive stumbling backward into his cronies. Their shocked expressions would've been comical had the situation been less dire - none had anticipated such ferocity from this delicate-looking beauty.

Harrison silenced them with a single withering glare before retrieving her phone.