Playboy surrendered ✅

Chapter 7 - Challenge accepted (RW)

Continued

Harraz watched Nurin carefully as she stood in front of him, her eyes filled with determination. He expected fear, excuses, maybe even tears. But instead, she was standing there, challenging him.

It surprised him.

Most people would have lowered their heads when accused by him. They would have tried to convince him with empty words. But Nurin was different. She looked straight into his eyes and defended herself without hesitation.

"Fine," Harraz said calmly, leaning back in his chair. "Prove it."

Nurin's eyebrows furrowed. "I will."

She looked at the damaged replica on his desk. The same replica that had caused all this trouble. The same thing that had made everyone suspect her.

"I'll fix it," she said firmly. "And when I do, you have to admit that I didn't do it."

Harraz studied her expression. She wasn't pretending. Her confidence was real.

But confidence alone wouldn't fix a collapsed replica.

"You have one night," he reminded her.

Nurin clenched her hands. "I heard you."

Harraz raised an eyebrow. "You're that confident?"

"Yes."

A small smirk appeared on his face. "You know, confidence can sometimes make people overestimate themselves."

Nurin narrowed her eyes at him. "And accusing innocent people can make people underestimate them."

For a moment, silence filled the office.

Harraz looked at her, slightly surprised by her response. She had always been outspoken, but tonight there was something different about her. She wasn't just being stubborn.

She was fighting for her name.

"You're really determined to prove yourself," he said.

"Because I didn't do it," Nurin replied immediately. "And I don't like being blamed for something I didn't do."

Harraz looked away for a moment. He didn't know why her words bothered him. Maybe because she sounded sincere.

Or maybe because he wanted to believe her.

But facts were facts.

"Then show me," he said.

Nurin nodded and carefully picked up the replica. She examined every broken piece, every small detail. Her expression became serious as she focused.

Harraz silently watched her.

The Nurin in front of him wasn't the nervous employee who had walked into his office moments ago. She looked completely different now.

Focused.

Determined.

Almost fearless.

"You're not going home?" he asked.

Nurin didn't look up. "Not until I finish."

"It's already late."

"I know."

"You could fail."

"I know."

Harraz leaned forward slightly. "And you'll still continue?"

Nurin finally looked at him.

"Yes."

That answer caught him off guard.