Chapter 391

Nathaniel's phone buzzed with a notification just as Oliver Prescott barged into his office.

"Tell me you saw that livestream," Oliver demanded, eyes sparkling with mischief. "Please tell me you're that idiot who got played by his own wife."

Nathaniel Blackwood didn't even glance up from his contract drafts. "What livestream?"

"Cut the crap." Oliver leaned against the desk, grinning. "Your wife just trended worldwide. No way you missed it."

"I'm working." Translation: Get out.

Oliver knew better than to push—Nathaniel’s patience was thinner than ice in summer. But curiosity won. He snatched the phone Nathaniel had tossed aside earlier.

"Screen's locked. Suspicious." Oliver smirked. "Let’s see your guilty little secret—"

A hand clamped around his wrist like a vise.

"Try it," Nathaniel said, voice low. "I dare you."

Oliver swallowed hard and set the phone back down. "Relax, man. So what if you watched? Nothing to be ashamed of."

Except, he thought, that time you turned the world upside down searching for her, only to get scammed by your own wife. The memory hit him like a champagne bubble—impossible to suppress.

Four years ago, Nathaniel had stormed into Bali, convinced he’d corner Vivian. Instead, he’d ended up begging villagers for directions after she vanished—again. The video of him offering absurd bribes had gone viral within minutes.

Oliver snorted. Then full-on laughed, clutching his stomach.

"You done?" Nathaniel’s knuckles cracked.

"Y-yeah," Oliver wheezed, wiping tears. "But seriously, go talk to her. Before someone else does." His grin faded. "That chat was full of wolves, Nate."

Nathaniel’s jaw tightened. "Not happening."

"Bullshit. You’re still obsessed."

"It’s over." The words were final. "If there was a chance, I wouldn’t have waited four years."

Oliver arched a brow. "Or maybe you just couldn’t find her."

The temperature in the room dropped. Oliver backtracked fast. "Fine, fine. But if you’re really over her..." He smirked. "Guess I’ll shoot my shot. I was donor number three, by the way."

Nathaniel’s head snapped up. "Who was second?"