Larissa Judson and Haskell Palmer novel Chapter 196

After Honora left, Paxton turned to Finley with a grave warning. “If you can’t achieve something this month to change your grandfather’s mind, then I want you to plant a minefield for Larissa before you hand over Starlight Media. Leave her with as big a mess as you can! I’d like to see how someone with zero management experience handles a piece of the Judson empire.”

A cold glint appeared in Finley’s eyes. “I understand, Dad.”

He had grown up watching his father navigate the cutthroat world of business, and he knew that even his father had struggled to make a real mark with Starlight Media. In his mind, Larissa was no different from Honora—just a woman. She might be talented in arts or medicine, but the corporate world was a different beast entirely. He doubted she had what it took to survive.

If Starlight Media floundered under her leadership, his grandfather would surely hand it back to him.

But first, he needed to get his hands on the antidote to the poison Larissa had given him.

Claiming he had urgent company matters to attend to, Finley left the hospital. The moment he was in his car, he called his personal assistant.

“Did you find the master thief I asked you to look for?”

“Yes, sir. He’s awaiting your orders.”

“Good. Tell him to make his move tonight. The target is a small, white porcelain vial with two thin, greyish cracks on its surface. It contains dark brown pills. Make sure he understands the description.”

“Understood.”

Hanging up, Finley leaned back and rubbed his temples. He hoped the mission would be a success. It would be a waste if Leopold’s tragic accident didn’t at least create this perfect opportunity for him.

…

A knock sounded on the door of Larissa’s hospital room.

Sapphira looked up to see a handsome young man standing in the doorway.

Solon stared at her, speechless.

Finally, he managed a strained laugh. “That’s your idea of playing his game? That’s insane.”

Larissa waved a dismissive hand. “I’ve driven on much more dangerous mountain roads than this. I know what I’m doing behind the wheel. I calculated the exact angle to roll the car to minimize injury.”

“Calculated it?” Solon thought to himself. “This girl is a psychopath. Who does something that crazy?”

Just then, his phone rang. He glanced at the caller ID.

It was Honora.