Chapter 7 Who is the Real Dr. N

The group made their way into the club.

Ember Grove Club was nestled in a quiet corner of the city's most bustling downtown district, yet it felt like an entirely different world.

There was no cold steel and concrete here—only soaring spires, exquisite carved details, and every step revealing the elegant charm of Victorian architecture. Each detail had been meticulously designed, displaying a complex yet harmonious beauty. Ornate window frames, decorative eaves, and delicate wrought iron railings together formed an elegant painting, as if stepping into a dreamlike world filled with historical atmosphere.

Anyone who could set foot here was undoubtedly a prominent figure in Emerald City, if not the entire country.

Tonight, this place was particularly star-studded.

Emma walked through the winding corridors toward the reserved VIP dining room, surrounded by her group.

She wore a simple yet elegantly designed white dress, her cool demeanor contrasting sharply with the surrounding bustle, yet somehow drawing every gaze.

Matthew walked beside her, half a step behind, his posture intimate yet respectful, his eyes carrying a gentle smile.

In the shadows not far away, Nicholas stood with a wine glass, his deep eyes like a frozen lake, locked firmly on that slender figure.

Emma?

How could she be hanging out with Matthew?

He narrowed his eyes, his gaze cutting through the crowd to precisely capture her profile.

It really was her.

That woman who was still nominally his wife!

His gaze followed their movement, finally stopping at the entrance to the VIP dining room.

The door wasn't completely closed, leaving a gap.

Nicholas found himself walking over, peering through that crack into the room.

Matthew sat in the host's seat, with two women beside him.

One was Emma.

With her soft, serene appearance, how could she possibly be the formidable, mysterious Dr. N?

Nicholas scoffed inwardly.

The other woman looked younger, with some innocence and eagerness to please still on her face, even less likely to be that legendary figure.

Nicholas's sharp gaze shifted to the cheerful yet imposing young man beside Emma.

Was it him? Dr. N?

Dr. N was familiar with Emma? Why had she never mentioned this to him before?

An inexplicable irritation surged in Nicholas's heart.

Just then, Emma's phone rang. She said something quietly to Matthew and walked out alone.

She moved to a secluded spot in the corridor to take the call.

"Hello..."

Before she could finish, a powerful force suddenly yanked her aside!

In the spinning confusion, Emma crashed into a hard, burning chest, the strong scent of alcohol mixed with a familiar cold aura hitting her face.

It was Nicholas!

"Emma, this is unbelievable!"

Nicholas's low, icy voice sounded above her head, carrying undisguised mockery and anger.

"If I remember correctly, we're not divorced yet, and you can't wait to go looking for other men?"

His arms were like iron clamps, tightly gripping her waist with such force that it felt like he might crush her.

Emma felt only pain.

She struggled forcefully, trying to push him away, her voice ice-cold and sharp. "Nicholas, what's gotten into you! Let me go!"

Not only did Nicholas not loosen his grip, he held her even tighter, his handsome face moving closer to hers, complex emotions churning in his eyes.

There was anger, unwillingness, and a trace of possessiveness even he hadn't even noticed.

"I'm the one who's lost it?" He laughed coldly.

"Seeing my own wife laughing and chatting with another man, tell me, shouldn't I be upset?"

"Mr. Harrison, you have such a poor memory—did you forget we're in the middle of divorce proceedings?"

Emma raised her head, fearlessly meeting his gaze, the corner of her mouth curving into a mocking arc. "Besides, since when have you had such deep feelings for me?"

Nicholas's cold eyes narrowed as he stared at her beautiful face, a steamy image suddenly flashing through his mind.

"You know exactly when I became unable to resist you."

Emma froze, then her cheeks flushed crimson.

When had this man become so shameless?

"Mr. Harrison, you cornered me here today—it's not just to reminisce, is it?"

Nicholas released her, returning to his usual coldness. "You're close with Matthew?"

"And then..."

"Then you must know who Dr. N is, right?" Nicholas finally voiced the question burning in his heart.

Emma looked at him with an amused expression. "So, Mr. Harrison, you're interested in Dr. N, too. Oh, I forgot, Harrison Group has ventures in the medical industries as well."

Nicholas didn't want to waste time on small talk. He threw out his offer directly. "Just tell me who Dr. N is, and I can modify the divorce agreement to give you an extra two hundred million."

Emma crossed her arms, looking at him like she was observing some strange creature.

"Two hundred million? Thank you for your generous charity, Mr. Harrison. Originally, I was going to tell you, but now I suddenly don't want to!"

For the first time, Nicholas saw this woman clearly—she really was greedy.

He reached out and pushed her against the pillar behind her, his bright eyes staring directly at her. "How much do you want?"

Emma pushed him away forcefully, her eyes ice-cold! "Mr. Harrison, our values are completely incompatible. Aside from in bed, there's really nothing else about you I find appealing!"

Aside from in bed? Nicholas's expression darkened. This woman dared to mock him? How had he never known she had such a fierce side? If he'd known earlier, he would have been even more ruthless before.

"Emma, you dare refuse me?" Nicholas sneered, his tone carrying a hint of threat.

"I just did refuse you, Mr. Harrison. What are you going to do about it?"

Emma's gaze became icy cold, showing no fear of his menacing look. After the divorce, she was hard as steel—all her former softness completely gone!

This woman always had a talent for easily provoking his fury!

Nicholas's expression instantly darkened! Suddenly, he gripped her neck with his hand, then bit down on her luscious red lips.

Emma's eyes widened in shock, feeling only pain at her lips. This man was still a madman.

Furious, she raised her knee to strike, but Nicholas anticipated her move, his other large hand steadily gripping her knee.

"Emma, the divorce papers haven't been signed yet. Don't provoke me, or I don't mind making you cry and beg for mercy again!"

His dangerous tone whispered in Emma's ear, his eyes tinged with indescribable desire.

Emma was speechless.

Could he be any more shameless? Emma growled quietly, "Let me go! Does Mr. Harrison have no shame left?"

Nicholas finally released her, casually straightening his slightly wrinkled suit collar, returning to his high-and-mighty demeanor, his tone carrying unquestionable command.

"Harrison Group's anniversary gala—Grandfather specifically wants you to attend. Don't cause me any trouble."

Emma sneered inwardly.

Always using Robert to pressure her, but this would be the last time.

She took a deep breath, suppressing her irritation, her face wearing a flawless fake smile.

"Acting? Anyone can do that! Though I'm not as professional as other actresses, I won't embarrass you!"

After speaking, she even nodded slightly, her posture elegant, as if the intense confrontation had never happened.

"Oh, and Mr. Harrison—don't waste your energy. Dr. N wouldn't be interested in you!"

Leaving behind that little bombshell, she turned and walked toward the VIP dining room without looking back, her retreating figure resolute and straight.

Nicholas stood in place, watching that door close behind her, cutting off his view.

He clenched his fists, veins bulging on the back of his hands.

Damn it!

How had he let this woman provoke him instead? Look at that arrogant attitude—he really wanted to strangle her.

He pulled out his phone and quickly dialed a number. "The divorce papers—don't deliver them yet. Send them after the anniversary gala."

On the other end, Charlie was completely confused but didn't dare think too much, quickly turning the car around to retrieve the documents that had just been sent out.

Nicholas returned to his private room and froze.

Inside was empty—no Ethan, no Zoe.

The air still held the lingering scent of food and alcohol mixed.

On the dining table sat only Zoe's phone, alone and dark.

A strong sense of unease instantly gripped him.

His heart skipped a beat.

"Zoe?"

He called out.

"Zoe!"

Only dead silence answered him.

Nicholas's face changed dramatically as he spun around and rushed out of the room.

The black-suited bodyguards stationed at the door immediately tensed at his expression.

"Where did Zoe go?" Nicholas's voice was ice-cold, carrying suppressed fury.

The bodyguards exchanged glances, clearly unaware of what had happened.

"Find her!"

Nicholas roared.

"Lock down all exits and find her!"

The bodyguards immediately scattered, moving swiftly.