Larissa's Game of Thrones (Larissa) novel Chapter 702

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A moment later, her phone rang. It was Lucius.

Honora’s heart leaped with joy. Forcing herself to calm down, she answered, her voice soft and sweet. “Mr. Lincoln.”

She expected him to discuss a birthday celebration, but instead, Lucius’s furious voice erupted from the other end.

“Honora, get this through your head! You’re not a Judson anymore. We don’t even know if this is your real birthday, and you’re still thinking about celebrating?

Trudy is gone. I put you in her place to work, not to play princess. Instead of wasting time on this nonsense, you should be figuring out how to finish her job or, better yet, how to make Larissa’s life miserable! Have you forgotten who’s responsible for the mess you’re in? It was Larissa!”

“I-I’m sorry, Mr. Lincoln. I understand,” Honora stammered, her initial disappointment turning to self-reproach. “I won’t forget that you saved my life.”

After hanging up, Honora slapped herself hard across the face.

Mr. Lincoln was right. How could she be so foolish as to think about a birthday? Her focus should be on revenge—on plunging Larissa into an abyss from which she could never escape.

The stinging pain on her cheek was like a splash of ice water, snapping her out of her stupor. Lucius’s scolding had shattered the last of her weakness and fantasies.