Larissa's Game of Thrones (Larissa) novel Chapter 425

In the video, Lucius looked lost in a haze of ecstasy, his expression a mix of pleasure and pain, his lips parted as low, sensual sounds escaped them. It wasn't just his face; the body and voice were identical to his own.

Lucius couldn't believe his eyes.

Why was he the one with Jagger? Why not Larissa? Did Damon dare to defy him? No, he wouldn't have the guts.

Listening to the salacious sounds from the video, Milton and the others swallowed hard.

Lucius shot to his feet, his face a mask of fury. "Turn that off!" he snarled, his voice dangerously cold. "All of you. No one watches it!"

His lackeys scrambled to lock their phones and shove them into their pockets, barely daring to breathe. Though, in truth, they all desperately wanted to keep watching.

Livia could barely contain her glee. The conclusion was obvious: the video had been altered.

And by whom? Larissa, of course.

In that moment, Livia was thoroughly convinced that Larissa had the power to take Lucius down. In Regal City, only Haskell had ever been able to make Lucius stumble. Now, there was another: the underdog no one had taken seriously.

"Get the hell out of here!" Lucius roared, his voice echoing in the silent room. "If I find out any of you watched this video behind my back, I'll make you regret it!"

The thunderous command sent a tremor of fear through Milton and the others. They practically fell over each other in their haste to exit the VIP room, terrified of getting caught in the crossfire of Lucius's rage.

Livia, rejoicing internally, saw her chance and rose to leave, eager to find a private place where she could finally burst into laughter.

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