He Chose the So-Called Sister Chapter 273: The Back Door Accusation

They might not recognize the man himself, but everyone knew the Harrison name.

First came the shock—that impossibly handsome guy was a Harrison?

Then the skepticism.

"The owner explicitly said no exceptions. Not even for the world's richest man."

The Harrisons might as well be royalty in their eyes, but if the owner himself said no special treatment—and had the backbone to mean it—that meant the owner had serious backing too.

No way they'd cheat openly. If they were going to bend rules, they'd do it quietly.

"Maybe you don't know this, but I've done my research. They won't open a back door for strangers or the powerful. But they never said they wouldn't open it for their own family."

Julia crossed her arms.

"The Harrisons are part owners of this establishment. Surely you both know that."

Of course they knew.

Sherry had a full dossier on the Harrison family—every company, every investment. She couldn't recite them all, but this place? Famous enough to remember.

Julia let the implication hang—did they cheat?

"So you're attacking my company now?" Lucas' eyes narrowed.

The threat was unmistakable. The weight of his presence crashed down like a wave.

Before now, Lucas had barely spared her a glance, like she wasn't even worth noticing.

So at first, Julia only ever felt his coldness, nothing else. Not that overwhelming pressure people always talked about.

She'd never felt that "one more second and I'll die in his hands" vibe folks warned about.

But she'd asked around. If he was truly fed up with her, truly hated her, then why couldn't she feel that terrifying aura everyone mentioned?

She'd heard stories—women too terrified to even approach him, sensing death before they got close.

She'd been bouncing around in front of him for this long and never felt anything like a life-threatening vibe. So deep down, she had this nagging feeling—

Lucas hating her was, in a twisted way, a kind of attention.

Guys acted out when they liked you, right? The teasing, the attention—even negative attention meant something.

It was practically affection.

But the instant she said that, she felt a crush of danger slam right into her.

Her heart literally stuttered.

It was like one look had started a countdown on her life.

No college kid should have eyes like that.

Honestly, he was scarier than the "bodyguards" who always hovered around her.

Most men folded before her—less capable, less gutsy.

But this time was different.

Julia's legs trembled involuntarily. By the time Lucas looked away, she was sweating.

She didn't sweat. Sweating was for oily, unattractive women. Not her.

But there it was. Damp. Real.

All because of that bitch Sherry.

If not for her, Julia's plan would be working. She'd be the one moving into Harrison Manor by now.

Right now, they should've been drinking wine by candlelight in that beautiful dining room.

Sherry destroyed everything.

"Check the security footage before you run your mouth." Lucas wasn't done. "You've been trying for that tasting menu for weeks. Haven't gotten it once. I admire the persistence, honestly.

"Bought degrees don't make you qualified. Surely you know that by now?"

Julia froze.

She'd covered her tracks. Perfectly. No one knew about the degree.

How did Lucas know?

"Mr. Harrison..." She recovered quickly, pivoting. "If you know that much about me, I have to wonder—are you actually into me?"

The audacity. She actually twisted that into him being into her.

But if the man was Lucas, Julia's suspicion wasn't out of nowhere.

There were loads of young people around, tons of students. On campus, everyone knew how impossible their so-called heartthrob was.

Women didn't exist to him. People barely existed. Before anyone could confess feelings or work up the nerve to approach—