"Mr. Fu, right this way. Private Room One is ready for you," the manager greeted politely, personally leading the group.
Nathaniel Fu strode forward with his long legs, only to suddenly hear a familiar, clear voice cutting through the air.
"Get out of the way!"
That voice—
Nathaniel paused mid-step, eyes narrowing. He turned and saw Celia and Emily inside the private room.
"Isn't that Celia? What is she doing in this kind of place?" Shaun Wen frowned.
At that moment, a drunk man was leering at Celia, blocking her path, while a few other men around the table laughed obscenely. The whole scene looked like a lamb surrounded by wolves.
Nathaniel's gaze darkened as he headed straight toward the room.
"Second Brother—!" Zane tried to stop him.
Shaun grabbed Zane's arm and muttered, "Are you blind? Can't you tell? Your second brother's not over her."
"But I thought they were done—"
Shaun sneered. "Does that look like someone who's moved on?"
Back in the room, the drunken businessman was reaching toward Celia. "You've got spirit, huh? I like that. Let me feel that face of yours…"
Before his fingers made contact, the door to the private room slammed open with a loud bang.
The force of the kick startled everyone inside. They turned in anger—only to freeze the moment they saw who it was.
"P-President Fu!"
Someone immediately recognized Nathaniel Fu.
Celia looked up, stunned to see the tall, imposing figure standing in the doorway. Why is he here?
"Uncle!" Emily's eyes lit up with relief.
The atmosphere instantly shifted.
Several of the business executives stood up at once, crowding forward to greet him obsequiously.
"Mr. Fu! Please, have a seat—this way."
Nathaniel slowly walked in and settled into the main seat with a casual but commanding air, his back relaxed against the chair. His eyes—sharp and unreadable—swept across the room before landing on the drunk CEO.
"Looks like a party," he said flatly. "What are we celebrating?"
The room, previously filled with crude laughter, fell into tense silence.
The CEO who had harassed Celia quickly dropped his hand, stammering, "It's nothing serious, President Fu. We were just… entertaining ourselves with a few of the staff. All in good fun…"
One of the other men rushed to offer Nathaniel a cigarette. Another bent forward with a lighter.
Nathaniel accepted the cigarette and placed it between his lips. He took a slow drag as the flame flickered, then exhaled with practiced ease. The smoke curled lazily around his face, highlighting his dangerous calm.
"You were having fun with her..." he said, voice low. "...Did she say she wanted to have fun with you?"
The drunk CEO stiffened, sensing the storm brewing.
"President Fu, I think… there's been a misunderstanding," he said, trying to smile.
Nathaniel's gaze shifted to Celia. "Did you tell them who your man is?"
Celia's eyes met his. Her lashes fluttered, the air between them electric.
Nathaniel stood and walked slowly over, cigarette still between his fingers. Without warning, he pressed the burning end into the back of the drunk CEO's hand.
"Aaah!" The man let out a sharp cry, his drunken haze vanishing in a flash of pain.
Cold sweat broke out on his forehead as Nathaniel twisted the cigarette in, his smile ice-cold.
"She didn't say it," he murmured, voice dangerously calm, "so I'll say it for her."
"She's mine. Nathaniel Fu's woman. And you—""Are you even worthy to touch her?"