If Fraser and Solomon didn't act now, they would be completely cut out of the picture. While their families might still hold stakes in the Palmer businesses, their shares were minor. They held power through management rights alone, and once Haskell was officially in charge and Zoltan Palmer passed away, he would undoubtedly strip them of everything.
"Understood," the assistant said.
As Lucius hung up, the butler re-entered the room.
"Madam Helena, Mr. Lincoln, Paxton Judson is at the door. He says he wants to see Josette."
"See Josette?" Helena’s brow furrowed in contempt. "Josette has been married into our family for years, and I don't recall Paxton ever visiting his sister. Why now?"
A smirk played on Lucius's lips. "He's not here for Josette. He's here for us. Larissa must have backed him into a corner, and now he wants to ally with us."
Helena’s expression grew colder. "If he wants to use the Lincoln family to get rid of Larissa, he’d better have something valuable to offer. Let him in. I want to hear what he has to say."
A few moments later, the butler escorted Paxton into the great hall. Paxton's eyes swept the room, noting that only Lucius and Helena were present.
After a brief greeting, he asked with feigned concern, "Where is my sister?"
Helena’s eyes narrowed. "Spare me the pleasantries, Paxton. You're in no position to be worried about your sister. Let's get to the point. Why are you here?"
Dropping the pretense, Paxton said bluntly, "Very well. I'll be direct. I need your help... to kill my wife."
Even Helena, a woman who had weathered countless storms and whose hands were far from clean, was taken aback. The prayer beads in her hand stilled.


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