Larissa's Game of Thrones (Larissa) novel Chapter 652

Honora put on an innocent expression. "Livia, you've really got it all wrong. I'm not the Judson heiress anymore. Why would Mr. Lincoln ever be interested in me? I'm just grateful to work for him, to repay his kindness. And I'm sure you're the only one in his heart. No other woman could ever catch his eye."

Milton chuckled. "Honora, you're so sensible it breaks my heart."

Honora gave a bitter smile. "I know my place. I'm not some rich heiress or the top socialite in Regal City anymore."

Milton couldn't resist. "Mr. Lincoln, if you're really not going to take Honora for yourself, why not give her to me?"

Whatever her situation, Honora was still a beauty. She had once been the talk of the town, and even though she’d fallen from grace, she would be fun to have around.

Honora glanced at Lucius and said softly, "If Mr. Lincoln has no objection, I'll be your woman from now on, Mr. Lester."

Lucius looked at Livia, then said flatly, "Do whatever you want."

Milton was overjoyed.

Honora's smile froze for a second before she recovered, acting as if she didn't mind at all. She walked over to Milton and nestled into his arms. "Mr. Lester, I'm your woman now."

The other sycophants laughed. "Congratulations, Milton! You've landed a real beauty!"

Livia looked at the leering faces around her, feeling a wave of disgust. Every single person in this room made her sick to her stomach.

Milton preened. "Honora, since you're with me now, after Larissa loses our bet, I'll let you sit on my lap and watch that bitch lick my boots."

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