Chapter 348

Nathaniel Blackwood's icy gaze locked onto Nathan Prescott. His eyes blazed with sudden intensity.

"Are you certain?"

"My team just confirmed it. They spotted your wife at Harbor Market's antique district. Here—" Nathan fumbled with his phone, enlarging a grainy photo. "Look."

The side-profile shot was unmistakable.

That elegant nose, those sharp cheekbones—identical to Vivian Lockhart's.

Even the white dress matched one she'd worn before.

The blurry image was enough to ignite Nathaniel's pulse. He didn't hesitate.

"Let's go."

Dominic Harrington stayed behind at Blackwood Villa as backup.

Nathan noticed Nathaniel clutching a notebook like a lifeline.

"Is that classified intel?" Nathan prodded. "Why death-grip it?"

"No." Nathaniel stared out the car window, jaw tight.

Nathan smirked. "Then what? A secret admirer's love letters?" He reached—only to freeze at Nathaniel's warning glare.

"Wait—that's a girl's notebook. With a lock. But you picked it..." Nathan's eyes widened. "Holy hell. Is this her diary? Nathaniel Blackwood, you absolute creep! Since when do upstanding CEOs violate privacy laws?"

"Shut. Up." Nathaniel's knuckles whitened around the notebook.

"Come on, share the scandal! I'll be your accomplice. When we find Vivian, my lips are sealed—"

"It's not a diary." Nathaniel exhaled sharply. "Half the internet's seen it."

"Then what?" Nathan leaned in. "If it's not secrets or sappy confessions—"

"You really want to know?" Nathaniel's voice dropped.

"Obviously."

"Promise me one thing first."

"What?"

"You'll find out after reading it."

Nathan snatched the notebook.

His eyebrows shot up.

"What kind of toxic hero is this? Someone drown him already—"

"Wait, they have a baby? Adorable."

"—AND THEY KISSED! FINALLY!"

Nathan devoured the pages, cycling through outrage, delight, and the giddy excitement of a teenager.