Larissa Judson and Haskell Palmer novel Chapter 202

He spun back to Kiernan, his voice urgent. “Dad, it’s true that girl knows the Schwartz family’s heir, but he hasn't inherited anything yet! The boy just fools around all day, writing stories for some niche online community and making pocket change. What kind of decision-making power could a punk like that possibly have? Does he just say who the company partners with, and it happens? That’s ridiculous! In the end, his father is the one who calls all the shots. Don’t listen to Larissa’s nonsense. She’s just selling you a pipe dream!”

A pipe dream, huh? She was the real brains behind the medicinal herb cultivation and research for the Zendar Schwartz family’s operation.

Larissa wasn’t stupid. She kept the methods for her rarest, most difficult-to-cultivate herbs to herself. Only the easier, more common varieties were handed over to the Schwartz family’s facilities for mass production.

Frankly, she couldn’t be bothered to build and manage her own large-scale cultivation base; it would require too much time, effort, and resources. Tending to her personal herb garden was more than enough.

Given her authority in the field, if she proposed a partnership, there was no way Zendar Schwartz would refuse.

Larissa didn’t bother explaining. Instead, she said dryly, “At least I can sell a pipe dream. At least I have the guts to try. Unlike you, Uncle Paxton. You wouldn’t even know how to begin.”

Paxton bristled, his authority challenged.

“Watch your mouth, Larissa!” he roared. “I may not be your father, but I am your uncle! I’m your elder!”

“Oh? An elder who doesn’t deserve respect?” Larissa retorted, unfazed.

“Enough!” Paxton’s voice was so cold it could have cracked ice.

But Larissa wasn’t finished. “Not even close. Someone as ill-mannered as me wouldn’t know when to stop.”

“By the way, Uncle Paxton, don’t waste your time making Honora apologize to Solon. She called him today while he had her on speakerphone right next to me. He completely tore into her, and she ended up crying her eyes out.

You all doted on that adopted daughter of yours so much, insisting she stay, refusing to let her marry the crippled Haskell. Why are you suddenly willing to let her suffer such humiliation at Solon’s hands?”