Chapter 89 Old Enemy, New Threat
1 tilted my head, smirking at her. So, how’s life abroad been treating you? Since you’re back in town, I’m family’s derided to un disown you?
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Isobel’s grin wavered, freezing for a heartbeat before she caught herself. ‘Fine. Not that it’s any of your Treats me like the queen 1 am
my family
“Oh, really? Like a queen? That’s why they shipped you off with a single suitcase and no return ticket?‘
She stomped her heel, but the tip bounced off the concrete by the pool, making her wince.
Then she stepped closer, invading my space, ‘What are you even doing here?‘
I could ask you the same thing.‘
I’m a friend of the Laurents. Engaged to one, actually.‘
‘Oh? I’m married to one.‘
Surely everyone with at least one functioning ear must have heard about me and Ashton by now.
Isobel was just being her usual petty, self–important self.
Her eyes flashed.
She stepped in again, and I jabbed a finger towards her chest.
‘Don’t get any closer. That knockoff Chanel stench is triggering my gag reflex.‘
She glared but remained where she was.
‘I didn’t think you had it in you to snag Ashton Laurent.‘ The sneer might be fake, but the jealousy in her voice could not be disguised. ‘Damn, girl. Gotta hand it to you. Heard Rhys Granger dumped your ass, but now I’m thinking it was the other way round. Bet you ditched him for an upgrade.‘
I didn’t answer.
No point dignifying that with a response.
‘I always knew you aimed high,‘ she went on. ‘You never dated in high school. Everyone thought you were just a stuck–up nerd. But I knew better. You weren’t wasting that pretty face and perky rack on boys who still lived off their mum’s credit cards. And look where it’s got you–married to the golden goose. Must’ve taken a hell of a lot of effort to get Ashton into bed, huh?‘
My patience cracked. ‘What the hell do you want, Isobel?‘
‘Nothing major,‘ she said, tone turning ice–cold. ‘I just want you to keep your mouth shut.‘
‘About what? About how you ruled the school with your little mean girl dictatorship? How you got your arse handed to you for weeks after the winter dance and dropped out like a coward?‘
Her eyes shot wide. ‘So you’re admitting it! You were the one who jumped me!‘
I shrugged. I admit nothing. Just recapping what everyone at school knew.‘
‘It had to be you!‘ she hissed. ‘Only you had-‘
‘What? A motive? Don’t flatter yourself. You made enemies like it was a full–time job. If I lined up everyone who wanted a swing at you, I’d need to rent out a whole city block just to manage the queue.‘
Isobel floundered, mouth half open, eyes blazing.
She’d never admit it, but the years abroad must have changed her
Chapter 89 Old Enemy New Threat
Something had knocked the edges off, sanded down the queen bich arrogance.
When she spoke again, her voice was noticeably softer.
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‘Anyway, I didn’t come here to reminisce,‘ she said, trying for a more reasonable tone, ‘Quentin and I are I’m hoping the past can stay in the past, and I’d appreciate it if you didn’t mention… anything to him abo
I just might,‘ I said, purely out of spite, though I’d never laid eyes on Quentin before.
Colour rose in her cheeks.
Isobel gripped her handbag. ‘Don’t. Please.‘
‘What’s in it for me?‘ I asked, just for the hell of it.
Soon.
Her eyes widened. ‘Are you blackmailing me? You want money?‘ She was part incredulous, part scornful. ‘You’re married to the richest man in the city–hell, maybe in the country. Why would you need my money?‘
‘I don’t want your money. I want you to go to the police and admit it was you who hired that thug, you who spiked my drink.‘
‘No,‘ she refused flatly.
‘Then no deal.‘ I turned to walk away.
‘Wait!‘ She scrambled forward a step. ‘Come on, for old time’s sake!‘
I looked back over my shoulder. ‘We don’t have old times. And if we did, I should probably kick your arse for them. But lucky for you, I’ve mellowed with age.‘
‘Come on!‘ she whined. ‘I’m not asking you to do anything. I’m literally asking you to NOT do anything.‘
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