Chapter 179

Nathaniel's jaw tightened when he heard those words. The memory of his last confrontation with Vivian flashed through his mind, reigniting his fury.

"State your business or get out. I won't repeat myself."

He turned back to his work, his entire demeanor turning glacial. The air around him grew so cold it felt like stepping into an arctic storm.

Nathan Prescott swallowed hard. Damn, Vivian really did a number on him.

He shot a desperate glance at Victoria Chen, silently pleading for backup. But she only gave him a polite smile before slipping out. "Mr. Prescott, feel free to chat with Mr. Blackwood. I have work to attend to."

And just like that—she abandoned him.

"Seriously, Victoria?!"

Nathan watched in disbelief as she closed the door behind her, leaving him alone with the human iceberg. He suddenly felt like sacrificial prey thrown into a lion's den.

Well, I'm already here. Might as well get it over with.

He cleared his throat dramatically.

Nathaniel didn’t even look up.

After an awkward silence, Nathan finally blurted out, "Look, man, it's just us here. If you're hurting, let it out. Burying yourself in work won’t fix anything. Cry if you need to—real men do that, you know."

Nathaniel lifted his gaze, unimpressed.

Nathan pressed on. "We're brothers. I saw the video—you begging your ex-wife to stay. Never thought you'd fall that hard for someone like Vivian. Not my type, but hey, love is love."

He shook his head, still baffled. How could Nathaniel, of all people, be so hung up on a woman like her?

"You’re a genius in business but clueless in love. Lucky for you, I’m an expert. Want me to teach you how to win her back?"

Nathaniel scoffed. "I was drunk. That video means nothing. And she’s my ex—stay out of it."

Nathan smirked. "Oh? That possessive tone says otherwise. Just admit it—you still want her."

"I don’t."

"Liar."

Nathaniel clenched his fists. Deep down, he knew it wasn’t about love—it was about control. He couldn’t stand that she’d walked away.

She was mine. She should still be mine.

His anger cooled into something sharper. More calculated.

"Fine," Nathaniel said, his voice dangerously smooth. "You claim you can help? Prove it."

Nathan grinned. "One month. I’ll have her wrapped around your finger again."

"Teach me."

Nathan hesitated, then smirked. "On one condition—you owe me after this."

"Done."

The instant agreement stunned him.

Oh, hell. He’s really gone for her.