Chapter 672

Charlotte's terrified scream sliced through Harrison's chest like a blade.

"What are you doing to her?" she demanded, her voice trembling with fury.

Charlotte's cries were ragged with fear. "Let me go! Please! Don't hurt me! Mrs. Victoria, help me!"

Victoria's frantic shouts echoed behind her. "Where are you taking her? She's just a child! Have you no conscience?"

"Mommy... please... save me!" Charlotte sobbed, her voice breaking.

Harrison's blood turned to ice. "Stop this! If you lay a finger on my daughter—"

Isabella's mocking laughter cut her off. "I warned you, didn't I? Cooperate, or your precious little girl suffers. Right now, she's being taken somewhere... Oh, I remember—she's terrified of rats, isn't she? Imagine her locked in a dark room, surrounded by them. How long before she breaks?"

Harrison's breath hitched. "No! Leave her alone!"

"I could call it off... but only if you behave." Isabella's voice turned sharp. "Entertain these men. Properly."

Harrison's gaze flickered to the circle of leering faces closing in around her.

"Strip." Isabella's command was cold. "A body like yours shouldn't go to waste."

Harrison's nails dug into her palms, her fists clenched so tight they shook.

"Tick-tock, Harrison!" Isabella's smirk was audible. "Her fate is in your hands. Three... two..."

The countdown pounded in Harrison's skull. Gritting her teeth, she surrendered. "Fine. I'll do it. Just don't touch my daughter."

Upstairs, Isabella's crimson lips curled in triumph.

The men erupted in crude excitement.

"Finally! Off with the dress—let's see what you're hiding!"

"Don't worry, sweetheart. We'll be gentle..."

"Come on! We don't have all night!"

Their vulgar taunts slithered around Harrison like venom. With icy resolve, she reached for the thin strap of her black dress, letting it slip off one shoulder.

Beneath, she wore nothing.

The men roared, pounding the tables. "Take it off! Take it off!"

Isabella watched with glee. This was the woman who had ensnared Nathaniel and Oliver. Tonight, she would be reduced to nothing more than cheap entertainment.

Phone in hand, Isabella began recording.

This footage would destroy Harrison. The brilliant Dr. Sinclair, the untouchable Jolin, exposed as nothing but a whore. Her reputation would be ashes.

"Let the show begin," Isabella murmured.

As Harrison's fingers moved to the second strap—

CRASH!

The doors exploded inward. Cold night air rushed in, carrying with it a towering, black-clad figure.

Nathaniel.

His presence was a storm. Behind him, an army of bodyguards swarmed the room, seizing control.

Nathaniel's gaze, sharp as a blade, swept over the crowd. "Arrest every last one of them."

"On it!"

As chaos erupted, Nathaniel shrugged off his coat and draped it over Harrison's bare shoulders.