Chapter 510: Chapter 510

"Don’t be angry," Harrison turned Gina around, his gaze lingering on her voluptuous curves as a smirk played on his lips.

"I’ll make sure to teach Sinclair a proper lesson for you."

Gina’s eyes lit up at his words.

"Of course," Harrison’s hands slid down her waist, his voice dripping with suggestive amusement.

"After all these years, when have I ever lied to you?"

His eyes burned with undisguised desire as he studied her.

"Though naturally, that depends on whether you can... keep me happy."

Gina knew Sinclair wasn’t someone to be trifled with—Harrison’s motives for targeting him certainly weren’t purely for her sake.

But it didn’t matter.

As long as that arrogant bastard got what was coming to him, she didn’t care about the details.

And as for what Harrison meant by "happy," she understood perfectly.

Without hesitation, Gina wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her crimson lips to his.

Harrison swiftly turned the tables, pulling Gina into his arms and pinning her roughly against the wall.

All these years, he had never denied himself pleasure—especially in matters .

Ever since he saw Gina flirting with Sinclair earlier, a simmering rage had been building inside him.

That’s why, when he noticed her heading to the restroom, he followed, intent on working off his frustration.

Gina let out a breathy gasp, her body arching closer to Harrison’s.

She had always been open-minded, particularly when it came to physical intimacy.

It was precisely this trait that had made her and Harrison click so effortlessly from the start.

Lost in their heated exchange, neither noticed the pair of eyes watching them from the shadows.

Nor did they realize the price they would pay for these fleeting moments of indulgence. —— "President Luther, Madam," Ramsey waited until Sinclair and Camilla were settled in the car before speaking in a low, serious tone.

"The arrangements have been made."

"The people watching Harrison?"

Camilla instantly grasped Ramsey’s implication and turned to Sinclair for confirmation.

"Not just that," Sinclair replied, his deep voice softening to its gentlest tone as he met her gaze.

"The Nolan family is involved as well."

The royal faction couldn’t act recklessly—they had to start with the Nolan family, eliminating possibilities one by one.

As for Harrison family, Mr. Thomas could handle them.

Understanding dawned in Camilla’s clear, bright eyes as she looked at Sinclair with solemn sincerity.

"Sweetheart," she began, her voice tender yet resolute, "I know you don’t like hearing certain things, but I still have to say it."

Her eyes held nothing but his reflection as she reached up, wrapping her arms around his neck.

Before she could finish, his hand cradled the back of her head, pulling her into a kiss.

Their lips melded, warmth and affection blooming between them.

Mindful of her comfort, Sinclair kept the kiss brief, pulling away all too soon.

A faint smile lingered in his half-lidded eyes as he gazed at her, his features bathed in the soft glow of the light, radiating tenderness.

"I’ve already received the best thanks I could ask for."

A warm current flowed through Camilla’s heart as she nestled into the man’s embrace.

With only her grandfather’s matter left to resolve, her life would finally feel complete.

As the Rolls-Royce Phantom glided away from the ancient castle, it passed a vintage limited-edition Land Rover hidden in the shadows. In the backseat sat a woman dressed in a bespoke navy-blue suit dress.

Under the glow of a nearby streetlamp, her delicate features flickered with a fleeting sense of familiarity.

Her gaze followed the speeding Rolls-Royce, and a slight frown creased her brow.

"Someone’s already left.

Why hasn’t Nolan come out yet?"

Her tone dripped with impatience.

"Your Highness," The bodyguard glanced toward the castle.

"Shall I go and fetch Mr. Nolan for you?"

"Go ahead," Princess Kiara responded coolly.

"And don’t forget to inform my uncle."

The uncle she referred to was, of course, none other than Earl Aston.

"Yes, I’ll handle it," The bodyguard nodded, then strode out wearing his sunglasses.

Nolan’s tall, lean figure emerged behind the bodyguard.

A closer look would reveal impatience etched into his sharp, well-defined features.

Princess Kiara, however—

The moment she spotted Nolan, her composed expression instantly brightened, a smile tugging irresistibly at the corners of her lips.

"To what do we owe the pleasure, Your Highness?"

Nolan stopped across from Princess Kiara, his lips curving into a polite but distant smile.

"Nolan," Princess Kiara pouted, her voice laced with playful reproach.

"We’re not in the palace now—just call me Kiara. Why so formal?"

"Alright," Nolan humored her, his tone gentle but measured.

"What brings you here?"

The Nolan family and the royal house had long been bound by mutual interests, and his betrothal to the princess had been arranged shortly after his birth.

Though he hadn’t opposed the marriage—for the sake of his family—he harbored no romantic feelings whatsoever for Princess Kiara herself.

Kiara pursed her lips, her tone laced with a hint of irritation.

"I came here just to wait for you, Nolan" she cooed, leaning in closer to him with a playful pout.

"You’ve been away on business for over a month. If I didn’t come here, I might not even get to see you at all."

The corner of Nolan’s lips quirked up slightly, though he remained noncommittal.

His business trips abroad served two purposes—expanding the Nolan family’s enterprises and, more importantly, avoiding the very woman now sitting beside him.

"Nolan’" Kiara murmured, unfastening her seatbelt without hesitation and sliding closer to him.

She looped her arm through his, pressing her cheek against his shoulder.

"It’s been so long since we last saw each other," she whispered.

"Stay with me tonight."

Those last three words were uttered in a breathy, suggestive tone, laden with unspoken intent.

Nolan was no naive boy.

Nolan understood exactly what Kiara was implying.

"Kiara, Queen Luna would never allow you to stay out overnight."

His voice carried a gentle tone, but his deep eyes remained cold and distant.

"Mother won’t find out," Kiara murmured, her cheeks flushing slightly.

"Grandmother isn’t feeling well, so Mother went to stay with her."

The "grandmother" she referred to was, of course, the current queen of Country E.

The queen was unwell again?

Nolan’s gaze darkened.

Lately, her health had been declining more frequently.

It wouldn’t be long before the throne changed hands.

Noticing Nolan’s silence, Kiara frowned.

Snapping out of his thoughts, Nolan sighed at Kiara’s earlier words, his expression turning resigned.

"Still not happening."

Kiara’s beautiful face instantly fell.

She pulled away from his shoulder, fixing him with a wounded stare.

She had already lowered herself to speak first, yet he dared to reject her again?

This wasn’t the first time!

Hadn’t Gina said that when a man truly loves someone, he’d feel a physical urge?

But Nolan showed none of that toward her.

"Nolan," Her deep brown eyes studied him intently, searching for answers.

"Tell me honestly—do you even love me at all?

Nolan thought of the impending power shift in Country E and the orders from his family elders.

A shadow flickered briefly in the depths of his gaze.

With practiced tenderness, he reached out and tousled Kiara’s chestnut-brown hair.

"You’re a noble princess, different from other women. I don’t want to dishonor you."

Kiara’s expression softened at his words.

She looped her arms around his neck, her voice sweet and coaxing.