Rise of The Abandoned Husband (Liam Knight) novel Chapter 32

32 Chapter 32 – Schemes, Scapegoats, and a Secretive Smile

32 Chapter 32 – Schemes, Scapegoats, and a Secretive

Smile

I stood my ground as Julian’s face contorted with humiliation. The fake ginseng incident had stripped away his carefully crafted veneer, and now everyone could see what lay beneath.

Isabelle picked up the jade box containing Julian’s fraudulent gift. With deliberate slowness, she closed it and handed it to one of his assistants.

“I appreciate the gesture, Julian,” she said, her tone measured yet cutting, “but I think we both know this isn’t what you claimed. Perhaps you should discuss quality control with your supplier.”

The dismissal was elegant but unmistakable. Julian’s eyes darted between us, his composure crumbling further.

“This… this is merely a misunderstanding,” he stammered, adjusting his tie nervously. “I’ll have my people investigate immediately. You deserve only the finest, Isabelle.”

“Of course,” she replied, her smile not quite reaching her eyes. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I have other matters to attend to.”

With that final blow to his pride, Julian retreated, practically dragging his assistants with him. I suppressed a smile as I watched him leave, his shoulders hunched in defeat.

Isabelle turned to me, holding the wooden box containing my Hydrating Pill. “Your knowledge continues to impress me, Liam. Thank you for this.”

“It’s nothing special,” I replied honestly. “I simply noticed something that might help you.”

“Modesty doesn’t suit you,” she said with a cryptic smile. “I have some business to attend to upstairs. We’ll speak again soon.”

I nodded, watching as she ascended the staircase with graceful poise. There was something about her–something calculating beneath the elegance–that I couldn’t quite decipher.

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After a few minutes, I decided to head home. Julian’s humiliation would be temporary; men like him had fragile egos but short memories. Still, I’d made an enemy today, though that hardly concerned me.

As I walked toward the exit, I heard quick, angry footsteps behind me.

“Knight!”

I turned to find Julian, his face flushed with rage. Gone was the smiling facade, replaced by naked hostility.

“I thought you left,” I said calmly.

“You think you’re clever, don’t you?” he snarled, stepping closer. “Making me look like a fool in front of Isabelle?”

I shrugged. “You managed that yourself with the fake ginseng.”

Julian’s eye twitched. “Let’s drop the pretense. Whatever game you’re playing with Isabelle ends now.”

“There’s no game,” I replied. “Unlike you, I don’t approach every interaction with an ulterior motive.”

“Listen carefully,” he hissed, dropping his voice. “I don’t know what you think is happening between you and Isabelle, but it stops today. She’s merely entertaining you out of politeness or curiosity–nothing more.”

I studied him, noting the genuine fear beneath his anger. This man truly saw me as a threat, which was almost amusing considering the power differential between us.

“Is that what you tell yourself?” I asked. “That she couldn’t possibly be interested in someone like me?”

“Stay away from her,” Julian warned, jabbing a finger at my chest without actually touching me. “The Ashworths and Hawthornes have been allies for generations. You’re nothing but a temporary distraction.”

“If that’s true,” I said with a small smile, “why are you so worried?”

His nostrils flared. “I’m not worried. I’m warning you. You have no idea who you’re dealing with.”

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“Actually,” I replied, “I think you’re the one who doesn’t understand the situation.”

Before he could respond, I turned and walked away. His threats were empty wind, and I had more important things to do than listen to the tantrums of a spoiled heir.

Upstairs, Isabelle settled into her private monitoring room, where screens displayed feeds from cameras throughout the building. Her secretary, Emma, stood beside her, tablet in hand.

“Did you get what you wanted from that encounter, Miss Ashworth?” Emma asked, her eyes on the screen showing Julian and me in the lobby.

Isabelle’s lips curved into a satisfied smile as she watched Julian confront me.

“Perfectly executed. Julian performed exactly as expected–arrogant, then humiliated, then desperate.”

“And Mr. Knight?” Emma inquired.

“Liam continues to exceed expectations,” Isabelle murmured, eyes fixed on my image as I calmly weathered Julian’s threats. “Look at him–completely unfazed by Julian’s intimidation. That’s not the reaction of an ordinary man.”

“If I may ask,” Emma ventured carefully, “why are you pitting them against each other?” Isabelle turned to her, eyes gleaming with calculation. “Julian is merely a stepping stone for Liam’s development. The more obstacles Liam overcomes, the stronger he becomes.”

“I see,” Emma replied, though her expression suggested she didn’t entirely understand her employer’s methods.

“Don’t look so concerned,” Isabelle said, amusement coloring her tone. “Julian has been trying to win my hand for years. He’ll survive a bruised ego.”

On the screen, I walked away from Julian, whose face contorted with impotent rage. “Interesting,” Isabelle whispered, almost to herself. “Most men would have tried to impress me by confronting Julian directly. But Liam simply walks away… because he doesn’t need my approval.

She stood, smoothing her dress. “That’s enough entertainment for today. We have

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actual business to attend to.”

Later that evening, I returned to my apartment, contemplating the strange dynamics at play. Isabelle’s interest in me seemed genuine, yet something about her demeanor suggested deeper currents I couldn’t yet fathom.

My phone buzzed–a message from Roman Volkov requesting a meeting. Perfect timing. The Soul Nourishment Pills I’d created would be valuable to someone with his connections.

When Roman arrived, his usual confident swagger seemed subdued. We exchanged pleasantries before I got to the point.

“I have something that might interest you,” I said, placing a small container on the table between us. “Twenty Soul Nourishment Pills. Each one can significantly accelerate cultivation and healing.”

Roman eyed the container skeptically. “And why would you offer these to me?”

“You have distribution channels I don’t,” I explained simply. “I’m proposing 500,000 per pill–a fair price considering what they can do.”

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