Chapter 673

Upstairs in the dimly lit corridor, Isabella's breath hitched as she witnessed the unexpected turn of events below.

Her perfectly manicured nails dug into her palms. How had Nathaniel discovered their location? She'd explicitly warned Harrison not to involve anyone - especially not Nathaniel.

The realization struck like lightning. Harrison had betrayed her trust.

Nathaniel's protective gaze swept over Harrison as he approached. "Are you hurt?" His voice carried that familiar edge of barely contained fury.

Harrison shook her head, a small smile playing on her lips. "You arrived just in time."

With deliberate slowness, she lifted her phone, her eyes locking with Isabella's through the security monitor. "You're probably wondering how Nathaniel knew where to find me. I called him the moment I stepped inside."

Isabella's blood ran cold.

Harrison continued, her voice dripping with quiet triumph. "All those warnings about keeping this between us? You only cared about keeping Nathaniel in the dark. So I did the one thing you didn't want - I brought him right to your doorstep."

The monitors flickered as Isabella's hands trembled. Once again, Harrison had outmaneuvered her. Every confrontation, every carefully laid plan - they all crumbled against Harrison's uncanny ability to turn the tables.

Harrison's piercing gaze swept across the wine cellar's security feeds. "Nathaniel's men have this place surrounded. You should be more concerned about your escape route than your revenge tonight."

The call disconnected with finality. Upstairs, panic clawed at Isabella's throat. The winery was now a gilded cage, and Harrison had been the bait all along.

She had to move. Now.

Downstairs, Nathaniel's fingers lingered as he fastened the top button of Harrison's trench coat. "She's still here somewhere," Harrison murmured.

Nathaniel gave a curt nod. "We'll find her."

Harrison exhaled slowly. "At least Charlotte and Mrs. Victoria are safe. She wouldn't dare harm them - they're her only leverage now."

Nathaniel's jaw tightened. "Every exit is covered. She won't slip through this time."

One of the captured thugs suddenly recognized Nathaniel and began babbling pleas. "Mr. Falcon, we didn't know she was yours! Have mercy!"

Nathaniel moved with lethal grace. His boot connected with the man's chest, sending him sprawling across the stone floor. Blood speckled the man's lips as he gasped for air.

"You looked at my wife." Nathaniel's voice was colder than the cellar's temperature. "That's a death sentence."

The man paled. "W-wife? We didn't know!"

Nathaniel pulled Harrison against him, his arm possessive around her waist. "You're all lucky she's the merciful one."

Harrison placed a restraining hand on Nathaniel's chest. "We have bigger priorities tonight."

The thugs groveled, swearing repentance. Nathaniel delivered one final kick. "Get out of my sight before I change my mind."

As the men were dragged away, Harrison felt Nathaniel's grip tighten. "I should have blinded them," he growled.

Harrison tilted her head. "Why? What did they actually do to you?"

The unspoken plan between them hummed in the air. This entire evening had been orchestrated - a carefully laid trap with Harrison as the irresistible lure.

And Isabella had taken the bait.