Chapter 55 A Good Friend's Wife is Off-Limits

Harrison returned to his office. Inside, Nathan was lounging comfortably in a swivel chair, his legs casually propped up on the desk. He exuded an air of nonchalance. Harrison's brows furrowed together, his deep voice carrying an unmistakable chill. "If you don't want those legs anymore, I can take care of that for you." Nathan flinched at the sudden voice and nearly toppled out of his chair. Pierce, ever perceptive, immediately turned and fetched some disinfectant and a cloth. He meticulously wiped and sanitized the spot where Nathan's feet had been. Nathan quickly straightened up, standing properly before greeting respectfully, "Harrison." Harrison cast him a detached glance before making his way to his desk and sitting down. Once Pierce finished cleaning, he quietly stepped out of the room. Nathan, now back in his chair, crossed one leg over the other and resumed his usual relaxed demeanor. "Are you here for something?" Harrison asked. Nathan chuckled and teased, "Nothing