The weight of the Knotweed in my pocket felt heavier than its physical mass as we pulled away from the auction house. Ten billion. The number still made my head spin. I glanced at Isabelle beside me in the passenger seat, her profile serene as she gazed out the window at South City's fading skyline.
"I still can't believe your father transferred the funds so quickly," I said, breaking the comfortable silence between us.
Isabelle turned to me with a small smile. "When I told my father it was important for you, he didn't hesitate. He respects what you've accomplished, Liam."
I nodded, feeling a strange mix of gratitude and discomfort. Having access to the Ashworth family's wealth was still something I was adjusting to. Just months ago, I'd been scraping by, and now ten billion changed hands for me without a second thought.
