Larissa's Game of Thrones (Larissa) novel Chapter 229

“Of course not. I am merely stating the facts and kindly advising you not to be so arrogant,” the steward replied, his words belying his deferential tone.

Larissa understood perfectly. He was just as condescending as his masters, Paxton and Vivica.

She pulled on the gardening gloves she had just taken off and walked toward the man.

Assuming she had seen reason, a smug look appeared in the steward’s eyes. “It seems you know your place after all—”

Before he could finish, Larissa’s hand shot out, slapping him across the face with such force that his glasses flew off and landed several feet away.

“So what if I’m arrogant? Who are you, a butler, to lecture me, a miss of the Judson family? Did you think I came back to this family to be disrespected by hired help?”

Larissa slowly peeled off her glove. “Make sure you tell my aunt exactly what happened. Tell her I have time to garden but no time for her. If she wants to see me, she can come to the East Wing herself. If she wants to pull rank, she’ll have to earn it first.”

With a look of disgust, she dropped the glove at his feet. “And one more thing. You should cherish your remaining time here, because you’re about to be fired.”

The steward clutched his stinging cheek, glaring at Larissa’s retreating back with pure hatred. “Hmph! An uncultured brat, just as they said! The old master will get tired of you and kick you out soon enough!”

He was Paxton and Vivica’s steward. Did she really think she could get him fired just like that?

What a delusional, arrogant girl.

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