Larissa's Game of Thrones (Larissa) novel Chapter 746

Paxton winced in pain, but a flicker of hope appeared in his fearful expression. “Larissa, you…”

Larissa didn’t even look up, her tone dripping with disgust. “Don’t get any ideas. You’re not allowed to pass out before my grandpa gets here.”

A lump formed in Paxton’s throat, and his expression reverted to one of pure terror.

After tending to Paxton’s wound, Larissa wiped the blood from her hands and walked back to Haskell, who had been observing from the doorway.

Haskell tore his gaze from the hitman pinned under Nightveil’s foot and looked at Nightveil herself.

“Larissa, is this a friend of yours?”

Larissa considered it. “You could say that.”

Their relationship was more like comrades-in-arms than friends.

“Why?” Larissa asked.

Haskell shook his head. “Nothing. I’m just surprised she managed to take down this hitman all by herself.”

Larissa nodded. “Nightveil is incredibly skilled.”

Nightveil was the top fighter in their organization, a master of genuine combat. Unlike Larissa, whose own skills were average and who often relied on silver needles or venomous creatures for an advantage.

It was fair to say that without Nightveil as her second-in-command, the organization would never have been founded, let alone grown into the country’s largest alliance. Her combat abilities, organizational skills, and execution were truly world-class.

“What’s this? Are you interested in Nightveil?” Larissa teased. “You’re not thinking of poaching my talent, are you? You’ve already got Crispin.”

Crispin, standing nearby, remained silent.

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