Chapter 91 Last Night Was a Misunderstanding
Seeing this, Evelyn completely panicked and started screaming toward the house at the top of her lungs.
"Dad! Dad!"
"There's a burglar in the house! Come out and catch the thief! Someone's trying to climb our building!"
Just as Nicholas bent his knees, about to launch himself upward.
The main hall lights of the mansion suddenly blazed on with a sharp click, the illumination driving away the darkness at the entrance.
Daryl emerged from inside, unhurried, wearing a dark bathrobe.
Whatever he said to Nicholas, the man actually left obediently.
Evelyn cursed under her breath—crafty old fox! If she'd known he was that effective, she would have saved her breath earlier!
Though she had to admit, the verbal sparring had been pretty satisfying.
...
The next day, 9:30 AM, Nicholas went straight to Moore Group.
Nicholas stormed furiously into Matthew's executive office.
"Matthew!"
He ground out the name through clenched teeth.
Matthew was seated behind his desk and looked up calmly at the sound.
Without a word, Nicholas lunged forward, grabbed Matthew by the collar, and threw a punch.
"Thud!"
The blow landed solidly on Matthew's face.
What was wrong with this guy today? Where was his usual fierce edge? His fighting skills?
He just took the punch head-on, and Matthew's expression didn't even change.
"Stay away from Emma! She's not someone you can covet!" Nicholas threw another punch. Matthew grunted softly, blood quickly appearing at the corner of his mouth.
He didn't fight back? Nicholas looked at him suspiciously, even more puzzled.
"Stop it!" Emma's sharp voice rang out as she burst in from outside.
She rushed to Matthew's side, saw the blood at the corner of his mouth, frowned deeply, and quickly grabbed tissues to carefully dab at the wound.
Her movements were so gentle they could melt hearts.
She turned around, glaring at Nicholas, "Nicholas, what's gotten into you? Moore Group doesn't welcome you! Please leave!"
Nicholas watched her protective stance over Matthew, the fire in his chest burning even hotter.
Emma turned back to Matthew with concern, "Matthew, are you okay?"
Matthew shook his head, his voice carrying a hint of weakness, "I'm fine, just a little dizzy. Probably from those two punches."
That tone, that posture—it was like jumping on Nicholas's most sensitive nerves.
Emma quickly helped him to the sofa nearby, carefully guiding him to sit down.
"Rest here for a moment."
Nicholas watched Matthew's frail act, then Emma's nervous concern, and his brain finally clicked with understanding.
Good God! What a faker! Professional actor-level performance!
After settling Matthew, Emma turned back to Nicholas, her eyes filled with cold hostility.
"Mr. Harrison, what else do you want?"
Nicholas took a deep breath, suppressing his anger.
"I have something I need to tell you."
Emma's face remained cold, "Fine. Come with me."
Conference Room Three.
Emma led him inside, then crossed her arms and leaned against the conference table, her attitude as cold as if she were facing an irrelevant salesperson.
"Mr. Harrison, say whatever you want to say. My time is valuable."
Nicholas looked at her distant demeanor, feeling another stab of pain in his chest.
He spoke, his voice somewhat hoarse, "Last night... last night was a misunderstanding."
"I wasn't trying to confess to Zoe. I thought that was you."
Emma froze for a moment, then suddenly laughed.
The laughter was clear but heavily tinged with mockery, as if she were hearing the year's funniest joke.
"So Mr. Harrison is saying you wanted to confess to me? Apologize to me?"
She raised an eyebrow, her eyes full of amusement.
"So that big pink diamond was actually meant for me?" She asked again, as if afraid she'd misheard.
Did Nicholas think she was blind or deaf?
Last night's passionate confession had been loud enough for the entire venue to hear!
And that deeply emotional line about how they'd lost three years—who was he performing for now?
Nicholas saw her mocking smile, feeling like an invisible hand was squeezing his heart tight.
He nodded seriously, his tone more solemn than ever before.
"Yes. All of that was prepared for you. There was just an accident."
Emma's smile didn't fade. She nodded thoughtfully, drawing out her words, "Oh—okay, I understand."
She tilted her head, looking at him with playful eyes.
"I suppose Mr. Harrison isn't going to tell me that Galaxy Restaurant, which you went to such lengths to create, was also built for me?"
Nicholas nodded seriously again.
"Yes!"
Decisive and without hesitation.
Emma's smile grew even wider, the curve of her lips stretching further.
She suddenly felt that staying in the same space with him was simply a waste of life.
She straightened up, suppressed her smile, leaving only impatience on her face.
"Alright, I understand everything. Mr. Harrison, if there's nothing else, please leave."
"I have a lot of work to do today."
The dismissal was clean and efficient.
Nicholas watched her oil-and-water-don't-mix, completely indifferent attitude, his anger rising steadily.
Something felt wrong.
Very wrong!
"Emma!" He raised his voice somewhat out of control, "Don't you believe me?"
He reached out impulsively and grabbed her wrist.
Her wrist was slender and slightly cool.
Emma frowned when he grabbed her, but didn't immediately pull away.
She remained silent for a while, the air filled with an indescribable tension.
Then she raised her eyes, looked directly into Nicholas's eyes, and spoke slowly.
"Nicholas." Her voice was calm, betraying no emotion. "If next time I have a conflict with Zoe, and you take my side, then I'll believe you. How about that?"
This proposal was like a stone thrown into a calm lake, creating ripples.
Nicholas nodded almost without hesitation.
"Yes! I'll definitely help you!"
He thought this request was incredibly simple.
He no longer had any romantic feelings for Zoe—what remained was just the debt of gratitude from the past.
Emma nodded, her expression still calm and unreadable.
"I hope you keep your word!"
She gently withdrew her hand.
In Moore Group's executive office.
Matthew leaned back in his chair, his computer screen clearly displaying everything happening in Conference Room Three.
He watched Emma and Nicholas's conversation on screen, particularly when he heard Emma's condition, and the corner of his mouth curved into a meaningful smile.
Interesting!
Back at Harrison Group.
Nicholas sat in his executive office, still feeling stifled.
That sense of wrongness persisted. He irritably tugged at his tie.
Just then, his office door was knocked, and Tyler entered with a grave expression.
"Nicholas, I found something."
Nicholas looked up, "Tell me."
Tyler handed over a file, "Matthew's background is far more complex than we imagined. He was actually the second-in-command of the Lumaria mafia, known on the streets as 'Night Stalker'—ruthless methods, mysterious operations."
"Don't let Emma get close to him. It's dangerous!"