Holmes's eyebrows shot up at Isabelle's audacious claim. The ambient chatter around us dimmed as people strained to hear our conversation.
"The pinnacle?" Holmes repeated, his voice dripping with skepticism. His gaze swept over me once more, assessing and dismissive. "Even your grandfather took decades to reach his position, Miss Ashworth. What makes you think this... newcomer can achieve such heights?"
I kept my expression neutral despite the burn of indignation rising in my chest. In Eldoria, people had trembled at the mention of my name. Here in Veridia City, I was nobody.
Isabelle's chin lifted slightly. "Liam will surpass even my grandfather."
A hush fell over our immediate vicinity. To challenge the legacy of Michael Ashworth was unthinkable. Yet Isabelle had done just that, with the confidence of someone stating an obvious fact.
