Larissa's Game of Thrones (Larissa) novel Chapter 694

“You can’t threaten me, Sharon! Dad would never listen to you. He still feels guilty about me!”

“Try me,” she said coldly. “See if he listens.”

After her bodyguards had forcibly dragged her fool of a brother away, Sharon walked over to Avril. “Thank you for the tip, Avril. If it weren’t for you, my brainless brother might have actually given away our family’s shares for nothing.”

“It’s no problem. I doubt Larissa would want your family’s shares anyway,” Avril said, relieved that Sharon had intervened. “I only told you because I wanted you to get Torrin under control and stop him from harassing her.”

“Don’t worry,” Sharon assured her. “He won’t be at the party tomorrow. He’s not stupid enough to give up the Dillon fortune for Larissa.”

“Honestly… wouldn’t it be better for you if he did?” Avril couldn’t help but ask.

Sharon gave her a pointed look. “Not all wealthy families are like yours or the Judsons, with siblings tearing each other apart for an inheritance.”

With that, she adjusted the red scarf around her neck, turned, and walked out of the bar, her black high-heeled boots clicking on the floor.

One of Avril’s friends whispered, “How can someone as elegant and noble as Sharon have such a hopeless, worthless brother?”

“And that worthless brother doesn’t even know how good he has it,” Avril added wistfully.

She had often wished that she and her siblings could get along peacefully. If they had, Haskell’s legs might never have been crippled. They could have gone back to the days when they were children, playing together without a care in the world.

Shaking off the thought, Avril turned to the bookie. “200 thousand on Larissa to win!”

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As the clock struck midnight, Larissa’s phone began to buzz incessantly with birthday messages, arriving with more punctuality than a New Year’s Eve countdown.

The first was from Haskell.

[Happy birthday, Larissa.]

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