Rise of The Abandoned Husband (Liam Knight) novel Chapter 223

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“I did,” I said simply. “And now, we’re going to have a very different kind of

conversation. One where you tell me everything about who sent you, and why they want me dead.”

Adrian took the seat across from me. Conrad poured wine for all three of us, his

movements stiff.

“I… I suppose that’s true,” he managed.

Conrad remained standing, shifting his weight from foot to foot. “Thank you. I’ll pass along your compliments.”

Conrad looked up, shame and desperation etched into every line of his face. “My son—”

Adrian’s eyes darted to the exits, calculating his chances.

“Before I even arrived,” I confirmed. “Conrad’s phone call wasn’t exactly… convincing.”

“Ah, our guest has arrived,” I said calmly, not turning around.

“These shoes,” I laughed. “Always coming untied at the worst moments.”

“Is that so?” I raised an eyebrow. “How fortunate for both of you.”

We drank. I pretended not to notice the way Adrian’s eyes followed my every movement, calculating.

Conrad’s face had gone sheet–white.

Conrad nearly dropped the water pitcher. A few droplets splashed onto the tablecloth.

A flicker of annoyance crossed Adrian’s features before his smile returned. “That was merely a cover. I’ve shed my ties to the Lane Family. Conrad here has graciously accepted me as his disciple.”

The meal continued with superficial conversation. Conrad barely touched his food, while Adrian maintained a stream of pleasant chatter. I responded appropriately, acting oblivious to the tension crackling between them.

“Perfect,” I said, sprinkling salt on my food. “Much better now.”

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“Don’t,” I advised. “I’ve only revealed a fraction of what I’m capable of. And trust me when I say-” I leaned forward, my voice dropping to an icy whisper, “-you wouldn’t

survive what comes next.”

Conrad nodded mechanically, like a puppet on strings.

Adrian’s smile had tightened almost imperceptibly. Conrad was now visibly sweating, his collar darkened with moisture.

A muscle twitched in Adrian’s jaw. “You understand nothing”

I carefully examined Conrad Thornton’s face as he opened his door. His handshake was clammy, his smile forced. Dark circles hung beneath bloodshot eyes that couldn’t quite

meet mine.

Conrad’s usually immaculate home felt different today. No servants bustled about. The air hung heavy with tension.

Adrian froze, his face betraying momentary panic as he tested his spiritual energy and found it dampened.

As Conrad rose shakily and approached with the pitcher, I turned my head to thank him. Behind me, I heard the faintest rustle of movement, followed by the distinct sound of something sharp cutting through empty air.

I took a bite of food, chewing slowly. “This is excellent, by the way. Your chef has

outdone himself.”

“I should congratulate you,” Adrian said, raising his glass. “Your recent acquisition of the Eldoria Network has made you quite the talk of business circles.”

“Is safe,” I interrupted. “I had him recovered from your basement three hours ago, Adrian. He’s currently receiving treatment for your poison at the Celestial Apothecary -Guild.”

I leaned forward, resting my elbows on the table and steepling my fingers. “I’ve given you three chances to kill me, but you just didn’t cherish them, did you?”

Halfway through the meal, I bent down suddenly. “Excuse me, my shoelace came undone.”

“Conrad,” I said eventually, “I’m feeling rather thirsty. Would you mind pouring some

more water?”

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“In certain circles, yes,” Adrian smiled, revealing perfect teeth. “To new beginnings.”

The room went utterly still. Conrad froze mid–pour, water overflowing my glass and spilling onto the tablecloth.

“This wasn’t his idea,” I said, gesturing toward Conrad. “You’re holding something over him. His son, if I had to guess.”

“No?” I smiled without warmth. “The first attempt was when I bent to tie my shoelace. A poison needle, I believe, aimed at my carotid artery. The second was when I reached for the salt—a dart tipped with something nasty, aimed at my heart. And just now, was that a wind blade technique? Quite advanced.”

“Catch them?” I finished for him. “I didn’t. I simply recovered them after each attempt. You’re quick, Adrian, but not nearly as subtle as you believe.”

The front door opened quietly, and footsteps approached the dining room. Conrad’s eyes darted to the doorway, his face paling further.

“Is that so?” I reached into my pocket and pulled out three small items: a thin silver needle, a dart no larger than a sewing pin, and a small talisman paper with charred edges. “These would suggest otherwise.”

Ten minutes later, I shifted in my chair, reaching for the salt. “This steak could use a bit more seasoning.”

“I wouldn’t,” I warned quietly. “The moment you entered this room, I activated three separate counter–arrays. One is blocking your connection to your spiritual energy. The second is slowly paralyzing your nervous system. And the third?” I smiled coldly. “The third is feeding your location to some very interesting people who are quite eager to meet you.”

Conrad’s shoulders tensed as he led me to the dining room. “Yes, well, I thought we could discuss some… business matters over food.”

“You know,” I said conversationally, setting down my fork and knife, “I’ve heard that the third time’s the charm. But it seems that wasn’t the case today.”

“Fine. Everything’s fine,” he answered too quickly. “Just… some family matters. Nothing for you to worry about.”

Another whistle, subtler this time. A tiny dart embedded itself in the chair where my

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shoulder had been seconds before.

Adrian’s hand moved toward his inner jacket pocket. I made no move to stop him.

I returned the toast. “News travels fast.”

“Liam Knight,” he greeted me with a slight bow. “What a pleasure to finally meet in person.”

The dining room was set for three, though Conrad had mentioned nothing about another guest. I noted it silently, filing away the detail as I took my seat.

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