Larissa's Game of Thrones (Larissa) novel Chapter 743

The hitman, poised to strike Vivica, was startled by the woman who had just crashed through the window.

When did someone get out there? He didn't sense a thing!

Paxton was equally shocked. This meant there was now a variable, a complication in Vivica’s death.

In his script, his son Leopold was drugged into a deep sleep and wouldn't wake up. He could later claim that Larissa had done it.

But who was this woman? Was she here to save Vivica?

No, that's impossible… How would she even know Vivica was in danger?

“Kill her too!” Paxton barked, clutching his wound.

Leaning against the door, Vivica stared at her husband with pure hatred. His words—“Kill her too”—sent another shockwave through her.

Too. He meant her and this newcomer, this woman who had just burst in.

How ruthless! The man she had shared a bed with for thirty years truly wanted her dead.

Nightveil let out a short, sharp laugh, ignoring Paxton as she charged directly at the hitman, her knife held ready.

The hitman’s pupils contracted. Her trajectory was unconventional and blindingly fast, far exceeding his expectations. But he was a professional. His surprise was instantly replaced by combat instinct. He raised his combat knife to meet Nightveil’s incoming blade.

CLANG!

The piercing shriek of metal on metal echoed through the room. The force of the impact sent a numbing jolt up the hitman’s arm, his muscles tensing instantly.

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