Larissa's Game of Thrones (Larissa) novel Chapter 583

Mr. Lincoln?

The name sent a jolt of shock through Rigby. His eyes followed Kenric’s gaze and landed on the man by the stairs.

He was tall and powerfully built, with features so sharp they looked as if they’d been carved from stone. An aura of immense power radiated from him, an almost palpable pressure that made him seem like the master of all he surveyed. But it was the chilling, innate fury in his eyes that was most arresting—a simmering fire that seemed ready to burn Rigby to ash.

Rigby’s heart pounded in his chest. He recognized him instantly: Lucius Lincoln, heir to the Lincoln family fortune.

What was he doing here? And by the looks of it, he had come specifically for him.

Rigby’s mind raced, but he couldn't imagine any reason for this confrontation.

The two thugs yanked the door fully open, and Rigby stumbled back into the apartment. A phalanx of Lucius’s bodyguards flooded in, lining the walls on either side.

Only then did Lucius step inside, his gaze locking onto Rigby with glacial intensity.

Rigby felt a chill creep down his spine, but he forced himself not to look away.

Kenric sidled up to Lucius, his voice dripping with sycophantic glee. “Mr. Lincoln, I assume you’re here because this punk got cast in ‘Heaven's Will’ by Starlight Media. You don’t need to dirty your own hands with him. Allow me the pleasure of beating him to a pulp and destroying that pretty face of his.”

If he played his cards right, he might just win Mr. Lincoln’s favor.

Lucius’s eyes remained fixed on Rigby, a cruel sneer twisting his lips.

“That’s precisely why I brought you here,” he said, his voice like chipping ice. “Did you think I needed you to give me directions?”

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