Chapter 10 Gift

After a brief pause, Harrison let out a soft chuckle, amusement laced in his tone. "You really don't hold back, do you?" Serena was upfront with him—almost too direct—but he could see the careful calculations in her mind beneath that honesty. He knew but just chose not to call her out on it. Her cheeks flushed slightly as she lowered her head and murmured, "It's fine if you're unwilling. I'll find another way." She had no way of gauging his thoughts. Just as she was about to give up, his deep voice sounded beside her ear. "I'll have Pierce take you tonight." At his words, an inexplicable sense of relief washed over her. She looked up quickly, gratitude shining in her eyes. "Thank you, Mr. Spencer!" When he saw her reaction, the corners of his lips lifted ever so slightly as a trace of indulgence flickered in his gaze. ... At Bluewater Corporation, Pierce immediately picked up the documents from his desk and followed Harrison as soon as Harrison returned. "Mr. Spencer, these are the latest reports from the Project Management Department, along with two urgent documents requiring your signature. Also, you have a conference call with the KG Group from Eloln in 30 minutes." Harrison entered his office in silence, unbuttoning his suit jacket before settling into his chair. Pierce placed the documents in front of him. After swiftly signing them, Harrison suddenly spoke, his deep voice unusually soft, "What's an appropriate first gift for a woman?" Pierce froze for a second, visibly taken aback. "A gift? For whom?" "My..." Harrison hesitated briefly before answering with certainty, "My wife." When Pierce heard what Harrison said, he was surprised. "You're really... married to Ms. Linden?" Harrison gave a soft hum in confirmation. Pierce gasped. But he quickly gathered his thoughts and responded, "Since it's for Mrs. Spencer, jewelry would be the safest choice." Harrison seemed to consider this. After a moment of silence, he asked, "Is that colored diamond ring from the auction still here?" "Yes." "Bring it to me later." "Understood." Just as Pierce was about to leave, Harrison stopped him again. "Serena is meeting Jeremy at Nightshade Bar tonight. Take some men with you and ensure her safety." Pierce's lips curled into a subtle smile, his expression turning enigmatic. He replied, "Got it." … That evening, Serena arrived at Nightshade Bar as planned, with Pierce and several bodyguards trailing behind her. Inside Room 888, the dim lighting cast an indulgent glow over the lavish decor. Jeremy lounged on the plush couch with one leg crossed over the other and an arm draped around a hostess dressed in a short, tight dress. He swirled a glass of liquor in his other hand. The moment Serena stepped inside, his eyes lit up with predatory excitement. "Ms. Linden, you've finally arrived." His tone was laced with suggestion, a smirk tugging at his lips. "How do you plan to make it up to me tonight? If your apology doesn't satisfy me, I won't accept it." Serena said nothing, only responding with a faint smile. Seeing her remain silent, Jeremy continued his lewd remarks, "How about this? You drink this entire bottle, then come over and entertain me. Do that, and I'll forget about what happened last night." His grin widened as he grew more arrogant. But just as he finished speaking, the door to the private room burst open. Pierce entered with a team of well-trained bodyguards. The hostesses surrounding Jeremy paled with fear and quickly fled the room. Meanwhile, Jeremy—who had been smug just moments ago—immediately shrank back. His arrogance disappeared in an instant. He uncrossed his legs and sat up straight as he stammered, "M-Mr. Young, what brings you here?" Pierce's voice was icy. "Jeremy, you've got some nerve, disrespecting Mrs. Spencer." "M-Mrs. Spencer?" Jeremy was dumbfounded. His eyes darted around the room before locking onto the only woman present. Serena stood there, watching him coldly. He blurted out in disbelief, "You mean... her?" "She's Mr. Spencer's wife." Pierce's tone was firm and absolute. At those words, Jeremy felt his blood run cold. Only one thought echoed in his mind—he was screwed. Everyone in Southport knew what happened to those who crossed Harrison—especially those who dared to offend someone close to him. Never in his wildest dreams did he imagine that Serena was Harrison's wife. Now, he wouldn't escape unscathed even if he survived this.