Larissa's Game of Thrones (Larissa) novel Chapter 193

Finley was rendered speechless. He opened his mouth to argue, but the words wouldn’t come. He had no counterargument.

It was true. All the evidence pointed to Larissa being exceptionally gifted, turning impossibilities into realities time and again. The idea of her being Field of Lari wasn’t so far-fetched after all.

So why couldn’t he bring himself to believe it?

“Let’s be blunt. You’re prejudiced against Larissa,” Kiernan stated flatly. “Or perhaps you simply can’t admit she’s so outstanding because it would be a direct blow to your own egos.”

He sighed and turned his gaze to his granddaughter. “Larissa, I’ll ask you directly. Are you the famous novelist Finley mentioned, Field of Lari?”

Finley held his breath, a knot of tension tightening in his stomach. Just as his grandfather had said, he was terrified of hearing her answer.

Larissa glanced at him, a knowing smile playing on her lips. She understood his fear perfectly. “Grandpa,” she said calmly, “to be honest, yes. I am Field of Lari.”

Her words shattered Finley’s last vestiges of hope. This time, he didn’t doubt her; there was no reason for her to lie to their grandfather. The realization hit him like a physical blow.

His own sister was this brilliant?

If that was the case, his plan to acquire the rights to her novel was completely dead in the water.

Kiernan saw the despair in Finley’s eyes. “Finley,” he said, his voice laced with disappointment, “do you now see how wrong you were? How wrong your parents and Leopold have been?”

The questions left Finley flushed with shame.

But Kiernan wasn’t finished twisting the knife. He revealed an even harsher truth. “There’s something else I haven’t told you. I’ve made a promise to Larissa. If you fail to produce any significant results by the end of this month, she will take over management of Starlight Media starting next month.”

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