Larissa's Game of Thrones (Larissa) novel Chapter 462

Sharon, delicately savoring a piece of cake, turned to her friend. “Does my idiot brother sound like he’s asking for a favor?”

Her friend shook her head. “He sounds like he owns the place.”

Sharon shrugged. “Not happening.”

Torrin gritted his teeth. “Sharon!”

She set down her fork and dabbed her lips with a napkin. “Don’t you dare raise your voice at me. Who begged me to bring him here? One more outburst and I’m calling Dad.”

Torrin fell silent, defeated.

While he’d been dealing with Avril, Larissa had reached the suite. Blocked by Avril, who now stood in the middle of the hallway with her arms crossed, Torrin could only shout her name in frustration. “Larissa!”

Larissa glanced at him for a beat before disappearing into the Blessing Suite, ignoring him completely. She sat down and took the cup of coffee Haskell slid toward her, downing it in one go.

“What’s wrong?” Haskell asked, noticing the murderous look in her eyes as she’d watched Lucius. He refilled her cup.

Larissa tapped her fingers on the ceramic. “I genuinely want to gut a scumbag like Lucius.”

While Nightveil had dug up some dirt on the Lincoln family’s illicit dealings, most of those operations had been cleaned up, leaving behind no concrete evidence. Leaking what they had would cause a stir but wouldn’t be a fatal blow. The few actionable pieces of intel had already been used by Haskell to get Jagger thrown in jail. To truly crush the Lincolns and corner Lucius, she needed fresh, undeniable proof.

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