I Was His Wife, Then His Widow, Then No One's But My Own novel Chapter 134

The butler nodded profusely. "Yes, sir. He's waiting outside right now. Shall I bring him in?"

No one in the room was ignorant of the Harrison family's immense power.

In Capital City, they were the true untouchables. Their business empire spanned real estate, finance, and energy, with a network of connections so deep it was practically bottomless.

While the Fletchers were considered a prestigious old-money family, compared to the Harrisons, they were an ant standing next to an elephant.

When someone like that showed up at their door, how could Alastair possibly refuse? Forgetting the bitter argument that had just taken place, he gripped his cane and stood up in a flurry of excitement. "Hurry! Bring him in immediately!"

The entire table watched the patriarch's uncharacteristic loss of composure with burning curiosity. There were very few people who could make the usually stoic Alastair act like this. Who could it be at this hour?

The butler quickly retreated. Moments later, he led a man into the room.

The visitor looked to be in his fifties. His hair was immaculately combed, and his dark, tailored suit fit perfectly. He walked with an unhurried, measured pace, looking neither left nor right as he moved through the foyer and into the dining room.

His presence wasn't overwhelmingly aggressive, but it carried a quiet, undeniable weight that made everyone at the table instinctively sit up straighter.

Stopping in front of Alastair, the man offered a polite bow—respectful, but far from subservient. "Good evening, sir. I apologize for the intrusion and for interrupting your family dinner."

Alastair stood holding his cane, his tone at least ten times more courteous than it had been with his own family. "It is an absolute honor to have you here. Please forgive my lack of a proper welcome. Is there something we can help you with?"

The man introduced himself with practiced ease. "My name is Silas Wade. I am the butler to the head of the Harrison family."

He might not have been the most shocked person at the table, but he was undoubtedly the one struggling the most to process it.

Since when was Nora so close to Xander? Close enough that Xander would send someone to her family home just to clear her name? Calling it "gratitude" was a joke—this was a blatant show of power to back Nora up!

A wave of suffocating jealousy and frustration crashed over him. It felt like something vital was slipping through his fingers, and the harder he tried to hold on, the faster it disappeared.

A deep sense of losing control spread through his chest, making it hard to breathe.

Acting purely on impulse, he abruptly stood up, stepping in front of Nora to block her from view. "We appreciate Mr. Harrison's kind gesture, but this is a private family dinner. If he wishes to express his thanks, he should choose a more appropriate time."