Larissa's Game of Thrones (Larissa) novel Chapter 639

“Move to Africa? That’s way too far from home!” Faith cried out. She couldn’t even fathom living there.

“Exactly, sis,” Solomon’s voice was grim. “If you don’t want to be exiled, then this time, I cannot fail.”

Faith clenched her fist. “You’re right, Solomon. This time, you absolutely cannot fail.”

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After hanging up, Solomon returned to the private room where Fraser was waiting.

“Haskell came to my house asking about his father,” he announced, sitting down opposite the leisurely Fraser.

“Oh?” Fraser said, his tone unconcerned. “Well then, Solomon, you’d better keep Thatch well hidden. If Haskell finds him, our plan to use his brother to get revenge on Grandpa will be ruined.”

“I can guarantee Haskell won’t find him,” Solomon scoffed. “But are you sure you can convince Haskell’s brother and that man Sire to suspect Grandpa and make a move?”

“Don’t you worry about that,” Fraser said. “That Sire fellow will stop at nothing to find anyone who might have harmed Romilly. All I need to do is fabricate a little evidence that Grandpa orchestrated her death, and Sire will go after him like a mad dog.”

“Fine,” Solomon said. “And I’ll make sure Haskell doesn’t find Thatch before Grandpa officially announces the heir.”

Fraser raised his glass. “A toast, then, to our successful partnership.”

Solomon raised his own glass, clinking it against Fraser’s. They both drank, their minds filled with their own hidden agendas.

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