Chapter 441

"Bring it on, sweetheart. Just don't come crying to me later."

Liam was known as the "Demon King" of Newport City—a title even The Elite Eight families avoided provoking. He specialized in putting arrogant women like Cassandra in their place.

He cracked his knuckles with a chilling smirk. "Been a while since I last punched someone. Nothing quite like using a bitch's face as a punching bag. The sound of bones crunching? Pure satisfaction. And since you asked for it, I’ll enjoy this even more."

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"D-Don’t you dare touch me! I’m part of the Delacroix family! Hurt me, and they’ll make sure you regret it!"

Cassandra had heard the rumors about Liam’s brutality.

Backed by the Osborne family’s influence, he was ruthless—untouchable. No one with any sense would provoke him.

She never expected this madman to still be so loyal to Isabella after all these years. Their scandal had faded, yet here they were, still inseparable.

If she’d known, she wouldn’t have defended Margaret so recklessly.

Now, if he really turned her face into pulp, the loss would be unbearable.

"Did I stutter? I don’t give a damn about your family name. Disrespect my boss, and you pay the price."

His fist slammed through the table, splintering wood. The impact left a gaping hole.

"Ah! Margaret, help me!" Cassandra shrieked, cowering behind her like a frightened turtle.

"Miss Whitmore, you volunteering to be next?" Liam flexed his fingers, grinning darkly.

This was just intimidation—a way to drive them off before they ruined Isabella’s mood.

If she found out about Nathaniel’s death now, her treatment would suffer. He couldn’t risk that.

Margaret, however, wasn’t so easily shaken. A true aristocrat of Harborview City, she’d faced worse than some brat’s empty threats.

She lifted her chin, sneering. "You’re nothing but Isabella’s lapdog. How dare you bare your teeth at me?"

Liam arched a brow. "Ah, the great Eleanor Whitmore—mother of Nathaniel Blackwood. How brave."

She scoffed. "I had my doubts before coming, but now I’m certain. You two set my son up!"

"And why’s that?"

"Lockhart Enterprises—your little pet project—has grown too fast. You got cocky, challenging Blackwood Group." Her voice dripped with venom. "You knew Nathaniel was finalizing the Quantum-6 chip deal with QuantumTech this month. Once signed, Blackwood Group would dominate the tech industry. So you sabotaged him. Pathetic."

Isabella sighed. "Really, Margaret? If we wanted to stop the deal, wouldn’t it make more sense to outbid QuantumTech instead of risking everything on some idiotic scheme?"