Chapter205 Threatening Miranda
Evelyn watched Dominic's anxious expression, contempt flashing in her eyes, though her face wore a pitiful smile.
"My daughter is still in prison. How can I keep calm?" Her voice dripped with grievance. "Dominic, Ariana is your daughter too! She's never suffered like this in her entire life!"
She yanked her hand away from Dominic's grasp and walked straight to the sofa, sitting down without any courtesy.
"Besides, what difference does it make if Arabella comes back?" Evelyn sneered, adjusting the collar of her expensive coat. "I'm her sister. We haven't seen each other in over ten years. Isn't it perfectly normal for me to visit my sister now that I'm back in the country?"
Hearing Evelyn bring up Ariana again, Dominic felt a headache coming on.
He walked to her side, his tone placating. "Don't worry. I've already made arrangements for Ariana. I've asked Harrison to contact Miranda. It won't be long before Ariana is out of prison."
At these words, Evelyn's tense expression finally softened.
She looked up, her eyes bearing some resemblance to Arabella's but more seductive, filling with renewed warmth as she reached out to cover Dominic's hand.
"Dominic, I knew it. You still care about me and our daughter."
Her voice was soft and cloying, like a hook scratching at Dominic's heart.
Just then, footsteps sounded from outside the living room.
Dominic jerked his hand back as if burned, quickly putting distance between himself and Evelyn.
He cleared his throat, his voice suddenly rising several octaves with the warm familiarity of a host. "Your sister will be so happy to see you when she gets back. I'll have the servants prepare a room for you right away."
One day passed.
In the CEO's office at Whitmore Group, an assistant respectfully placed a printed document on Harrison's desk.
"Harrison, we found him. That man is definitely not just a simple police officer."
Harrison picked up the document, his eyes scanning the page before his pupils contracted slightly.
"Special Forces Unit Captain?" He read the title slowly, his brow furrowing.
A special forces captain. The man did have some credentials.
But so what?
A cold smile curved Harrison's lips.
It sounded impressive, but at the end of the day, he was just someone who risked his life for a paycheck. He could die on duty at any moment.
Even so, he wasn't worthy of Miranda.
Miranda was Harrison's former wife. She should stand in the most brilliant places, enjoying the finest life, not living in constant fear with someone who could sacrifice himself at any time.
With this thought, the irritation and jealousy in his heart strangely transformed into a sense of superiority.
He was the man most suited for Miranda.
"Find out Miranda's schedule for today," Harrison ordered coldly, tossing the document on his desk.
"Yes, sir."
The assistant soon returned with news. "Miranda has an afternoon appointment at a café to discuss a business deal."
"Clear my afternoon schedule," Harrison said, his voice emotionless.
At the café.
Miranda had just seen off her business partner and was reaching for her coffee when a shadow fell over her.
She looked up, and the polite smile on her face vanished the moment she recognized the visitor.
"Harrison," she set down her cup, her voice cold as ice. "Are you following me?"
Harrison acted as if he hadn't heard the disgust in her tone, settling into the seat across from her with his usual gentle smile.
"Miranda, I was just passing by. What a coincidence." He paused, his gaze deepening as he stared at her intently. "I looked into that police officer's background."
Miranda's eyes went cold instantly.
"Harrison, you investigated him? What gives you the right?"
"I'm just concerned about you." Harrison avoided her angry gaze. "Special Forces Unit Captain sounds impressive, but Miranda, have you thought about how dangerous people like that are?"
"He goes out on missions today, and who knows if he'll come back alive tomorrow. What kind of future can you have with him? I'm advising you to divorce him now and come back to me. I'm the one who can give you a stable, happy life."
"Shut up!"
Miranda shot to her feet, her chest heaving with anger.
Harrison's words infuriated her.
How had she never seen before that Harrison was the type of man who would casually curse others with death?
Moreover, Clifton's work involved saving people's lives.
If Clifton hadn't rescued her from those kidnappers that time, she would probably be dead already.
"Harrison, I never knew you were this despicable. He's going to be just fine, and you have no right to say anything bad about him." She was practically grinding her teeth.
Harrison felt stung by her fierce reaction, his expression darkening as obsessive madness swirled in his eyes.
"Even if he survives, what can he give you? Miranda, wake up! He can't give you the status and wealth I can. He can't make you happy!"
"I don't need you to give me happiness!" Miranda cut him off coldly. "Harrison, my life is none of your business."
Seeing her resolute attitude, Harrison's patience finally ran out.
The last trace of warmth in his eyes disappeared, replaced by something sinister.
"Miranda, you'd better think carefully." His voice carried a chill. "A special forces captain isn't that high-ranking. Making trouble for him wouldn't be difficult for me."
It was a blatant threat.
He stared into Miranda's eyes, enunciating each word. "If you don't want him to suffer because of you, divorce him. Miranda, I know you still have feelings for me. I admit I was wrong before, but I promise I'll treat you well from now on."
Looking at his self-righteous, controlling demeanor, Miranda suddenly laughed.
Her laughter was clear but full of mockery.
"Make trouble for him?" Disdain filled her eyes. "Fine. Go ahead and try."
She laughed inwardly.
Harrison had discovered Clifton's identity as a special forces captain, but he didn't know that Clifton was also the sole heir of the Prescott family, standing at the very apex of power and influence.
Harrison was nothing compared to Clifton.
"I'll be watching to see exactly how you make trouble for him."
With that, Miranda grabbed her bag and turned to leave without a backward glance.
Seeing Miranda defend that man so fiercely, Harrison felt a sharp pain in his chest. He stood abruptly, reaching out to block her path.
"Miranda! Wait!"
But before his hand could even touch the hem of her clothes...
As if she had eyes in the back of her head, Miranda didn't even turn around. Her high-heeled foot stomped backward viciously!
"Ugh!"
Harrison cried out in pain as a clear shoe print marked his leather shoe. He could only watch helplessly as Miranda's figure disappeared through the café entrance.
Not far away, a man had witnessed the entire scene.
Watching the confrontation between the two, he tapped his fingers lightly on the table, a knowing smile slowly spreading across his face.