Chapter 87

Nathaniel had witnessed everything from the balcony earlier. His sharp eyes followed as Alexander presented Harrison with that exclusive Chanel purse, only for her to reject it outright.

Harrison turned to face him, her crimson lips curling into a smirk. "Did you tell Alexander about my supposed love for handbags?"

Nathaniel arched an eyebrow, his chiseled features radiating confidence. "Don't you? I distinctly recall your collection."

A mischievous glint appeared in Harrison's eyes. "Bags are passé. I prefer more... substantial investments. Diamond necklaces, perhaps. Next time, advise Alexander accordingly."

For a fleeting moment, Nathaniel's expression darkened, the air between them growing thick with tension.

He cleared his throat, deliberately changing the subject. "What photograph did Vincent send you today?"

Harrison had intended to disclose the photo and Vincent's involvement, but something made her hesitate. "Just an old childhood picture he took," she replied smoothly.

"Did Vincent—"

Nathaniel began probing further, but Harrison cut him off sharply. "Mr. Falcon, if you're so free, perhaps you should focus on mastering the art of procreation."

The reference to her previous jibe about his "performance issues" visibly affected Nathaniel. His gaze turned glacial.

"My reproductive capabilities are none of your concern. Save your worries for someone who cares."

Without another word, he stormed out, leaving Harrison standing alone.

She stared at the empty doorway, her mind reeling. His ability to father children concerned only one person—Isabella.

Her face paled. After composing herself, she left the room determined to confront Vincent.

Harrison arrived at The Velvet Lounge, Vincent's current haunt where he indulged in nightly excesses.

Inside the opulent VIP section, Vincent lounged between two glamorous women. They recognized Harrison immediately. "Look who's back. Here to cause more trouble?"

Vincent's eyes lit up at the sight of Harrison's porcelain features. "Relax! This time she's bringing me money."

Harrison remained unfazed—she'd anticipated his greed.

Her icy glare made the women shrink back. "Leave. Now."

The women clung to Vincent. "We want to stay with Vincent."

But Vincent, suddenly bored, waved them away. "Scram. Business calls."

They departed reluctantly—Vincent was a generous patron. He turned to Harrison with a wolfish grin. "Where's my money?"

Harrison produced a check and handed it over.

Vincent's eyes bulged at the staggering sum. He'd never held such wealth in his life.

He was rich. Filthy rich!

"Harrison, you've outdone yourself. Who knew marrying Nathaniel would make you so generous?"

"Enough. The deal was money for the negative. Where is it?" Harrison demanded.

Vincent gestured lazily toward a box on the side table. "In there."

As Harrison reached for it, a vicious blow struck her neck. Pain exploded behind her eyes as she crumpled to the floor.

Vincent loomed over her, clutching the check with greedy triumph. "I'll take the money... and you. You're mine now."

His laughter echoed as darkness swallowed Harrison whole.

Meanwhile, Nathaniel sat in his study reviewing documents when Dominic rushed in. "Mr. Falcon, we've uncovered the truth about Vincent's prison sentence."