Rise of The Abandoned Husband (Liam Knight) novel Chapter 62

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The sleek Bentley glided through Havenwood City’s bustling streets, its engine purring almost silently as I sat beside Isabelle Ashworth in the plush leather backseat. Her scent–something delicate and expensive–filled the space between us, making it hard to focus on anything else.

“The Hawthorne family’s market share has dropped fifteen percent in the last week alone, Isabelle said, her voice carrying a hint of satisfaction as she scrolled through reports on her tablet. “Their major clients are abandoning ship faster than I predicted

I couldn’t help but smile. “How much longer before Julian Hawthorne comes crawling?”

“Days, not weeks.” Isabelle’s eyes met mine, a spark of admiration in them. “Your strategy was brilliant, Liam. Targeting their supply chain rather than attacking them directly… they never saw it coming.”

Her secretary, Emma, cleared her throat from the front passenger seat. “Miss Ashworth, the Hawthornes still have considerable resources. We shouldn’t

underestimate-”

“Did I ask for your opinion?” I cut in, my voice cool. The old Liam might have valued her caution, but I was done with hesitation. “The Hawthornes are finished. Sebastian will get exactly what he deserves.”

Emma stiffened visibly. “Of course, Mr. Knight. I apologize.”

I caught Isabelle’s slight smile of approval. “No mercy this time?” she asked quietly.

“None,” I confirmed. The memory of Sebastian Hawthorne’s smug face as he’d tried to humiliate me at the Sterling family dinner still burned. “He made his choice when he sided against me.”

Isabelle placed her hand over mine, her touch sending electricity through my skin. “Good. Mercy is wasted on men like him.”

The Bentley pulled up to the Skyline Tower, its glass exterior reflecting the sunset in brilliant gold and crimson/hues. A valet opened our door, and I stepped out first,

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offering my hand to Isabelle. She emerged gracefully, the emerald silk of her dress catching the light.

“Ready for this?” she asked, studying my face.

I adjusted my custom–tailored suit–another gift from Isabelle that probably cost more than I used to make in six months. “Cocktail parties aren’t exactly my natural habitat.

“Just stay close to me,” she smiled, linking her arm through mine. “And remember, half the people here would sell their grandmother for a chance to work with the Ashworth family.”

We took the private elevator directly to the rooftop. As the doors opened, I was hit with a wave of sounds and sensations: gentle classical music, the murmur of cultivated conversation, the sparkle of crystal glasses, and the sprawling view of Havenwood City spread out below us like a carpet of lights.

Isabelle navigated through the crowd with practiced ease, stopping occasionally to exchange pleasantries. I noticed how others reacted to her–men straightening their posture, women reassessing their jewelry, everyone suddenly more aware of themselves in her

presence.

“Mr. Fontaine,” she greeted a silver–haired man who approached us, his expression eager. “Have you met Liam Knight? He’s recently become my most valued consultant.”

The man vigorously shook my hand. “Any friend of Miss Ashworth’s is a friend of mine. Are you in finance, Mr. Knight?”

Before I could answer, movement near the entrance caught my attention. My body tensed instantly. Lucas Rhodes had just entered the party, his face still bearing the faint yellowing bruises from our confrontation. Beside him stood Nora Donovan, her red hair unmistakable even across the crowded rooftop.

“Excuse me,” I said to Mr. Fontaine, my focus locked on the new arrivals.

Isabelle followed my gaze and frowned. “What are they doing here?”

“I’m about to find out.” But before I could move, Nora spotted me. Her face

transformed from social pleasantness to raw hatred in an instant. She grabbed Lucas’s arm and dragged him in our direction, ignoring his visible reluctance.

“Well, well,” Nora sneered as she reached us, her voice pitched to carry. “Look who’s

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pretending to belong among the elite.”

I kept my expression neutral. “Miss Donovan. I see your father’s not with you tonight. Still recovering?”

Lucas flinched at the reference, but Nora’s eyes only hardened. “You think breaking a few bones makes you somebody? You’re nothing but a thug who got lucky.”

“Nora,” Lucas muttered, tugging at her arm. “Let’s not do this here.”

She shook him off. “No, I want everyone to know exactly who they’re rubbing elbows with.” She turned, addressing the curious onlookers who had stopped their conversations to watch our confrontation. “This man is a fraud. Yesterday he was a nobody that the Sterling family kept around out of pity, and today he’s pretending to belong in our world.”

I felt a cold anger rising in me, but kept my voice steady. “Is there a point to this tantrum, Miss Donovan? Or are you just upset that I exposed your father’s true skill level?”

“My father is ten times the man you’ll ever be!” Her voice had risen enough that people across the rooftop were turning to stare. “You may have fooled Isabelle Ashworth with whatever game you’re playing, but the rest of us know what you really are—a bastard who doesn’t deserve to breathe the same air as us!”

I was about to respond when Isabelle stepped forward, her movement so fluid it seemed she’d glided into position between us. The crowd fell silent as she fixed Nora with an icy stare.

“Who are you calling a bastard?” Isabelle asked, her voice soft but carrying clearly across the now–hushed rooftop.

Nora faltered, suddenly remembering who she was dealing with. “I–I was referring to him, of course.”

“I’m aware of whom you were insulting,” Isabelle replied, her tone growing colder. “I was questioning your right to do so in my presence, at an event I was personally invited to, while you…” She paused, eyes flicking dismissively over Nora’s dress. “Who exactly invited you, Miss Donovan?”

The color drained from Nora’s face. “The Summers Foundation sent invitations to all prominent families.”

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“Ah, but you’re not representing your family tonight, are you?” Isabelle smiled, the expression never reaching her eyes. “Your father is still… indisposed. And as I recall, the invitation specifically stated that secondary guests required approval.”

Lucas stepped forward. “Miss Ashworth, I was invited directly. Nora is my plus–one.”

“Is that so?” Isabelle turned her attention to him. “Mr. Rhodes, wasn’t your family removed from the Summers Foundation board last year after those unfortunate embezzlement allegations?”

Lucas looked as if he’d been slapped. Whispers rippled through the gathered crowd.

“That case was dismissed,” he muttered.

“The charges were dropped,” Isabelle corrected him smoothly. “Not quite the same thing, is it?”

I watched her work with a blend of awe and attraction. This was a side of Isabelle I hadn’t fully appreciated before–the practiced social predator, absolutely lethal in her

natural environment.

She turned back to Nora. “Now, about your opinion of Mr. Knight. Let me make something abundantly clear: Liam Knight is my personal guest and business associate. An attack on him is an attack on me.” She stepped closer to Nora, lowering her voice. “And you really don’t want to make an enemy of me, especially not when your family’s reputation is already in tatters.”

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