Larissa's Game of Thrones (Larissa) novel Chapter 813

Lucius’s face grew darker. He glared at her, his voice a low growl. “Larissa, don’t think for a second that I wouldn’t kill you just because we’re in a police car.”

His threat didn’t faze her in the slightest. She smiled, her expression turning to one of mock pity. “But you can’t kill me, even when we’re not in a police car. It’s a shame, really. The Lincoln family is not in a good place right now. It looks like you’re on the verge of total collapse.”

Lucius’s anger finally boiled over. He stared at her, his eyes wide with rage, and roared, “Larissa!”

His voice echoed through the small car, filled with fury and desperation.

From the front passenger seat, an officer spoke up. “That’s enough! Ms. Judson, please refrain from provoking the suspect.”

“Of course, Officer,” Larissa replied, her tone instantly becoming meek and obedient, a stark contrast to the taunting woman from moments before.

She remained quiet for the rest of the ride, pulling out her phone to message Haskell.

[Haskell, guess what I’m doing.]

He didn’t reply right away. He was probably busy dealing with the Solomon situation. It wasn’t until they arrived at the police station that a reply came through.

[At the station?]

Larissa was stunned.

[How did you know?]

[Because I can see you.]

Larissa looked up and, sure enough, there was Haskell sitting in his wheelchair at the entrance to the station. Crispin was pushing him slowly in her direction.

She put her phone away. “What are you doing here? Is it because of Solomon?”

“Yes, I just had to answer a few questions. It’s all taken care of,” Haskell said, his gaze drifting to Lucius, who was watching them from a distance. “What’s going on with you? Why are you here with Lucius?”

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