Larissa Judson and Haskell Palmer novel Chapter 225

A war of words?

Larissa had never lost one yet. She gave a contemptuous smile.

“Honora, it sounds to me like you’re the one who’s afraid all your efforts will go to waste. You must be kicking yourself for giving up on the marriage now that I might actually heal him.”

“And that’s not all. You had other options, like Solon. But unfortunately for you, you missed that boat too. I bet your family are putting a lot of pressure on you now, aren’t they?”

“Oh, by the way, when you went to apologize to Solon the other day, he happened to be visiting me. He had you on speakerphone. I have to admit, your apology almost moved me. Too bad Solon wasn’t buying it.”

“So now you’re worried you can’t win Solon back, and you’re thinking that if I can heal Haskell, maybe you can crawl back to him?”

“Let me guess what you’re thinking: With my charm, how could I not win him over if I just lower myself a little? Haskell might be brilliant, but he’s still a man, and what man isn’t swayed by a beautiful woman?”

With every word Larissa spoke, the color drained further from Honora’s delicate face.

Finally, Larissa looked at her with feigned pity. “As the adopted daughter of the Judson family, you must be under a lot of stress. I get it.

Keep trying to please Paxton’s family! It would be a shame for all your hard work to go down the drain. You might really have to resort to selling your body to get by.

As the true Judson heiress, I don’t have those worries. I’ve already secured ten percent of Judson Pharmaceuticals and thirty percent of Starlight Media.”

Larissa shook her head with a look of mock exasperation. “And Haskell got me that thirty percent of Starlight Media as compensation for his injury. Honestly, his sweet words would have been enough, but he insisted on such a grand gesture.”

Just then, the elevator arrived. Larissa stepped inside, lunch box in hand, and pressed the button for the sixth floor, where Haskell’s room was.

Honora clutched her own container, her face pale, and followed her in, pressing the button for the seventh floor.

The elevator doors opened on the sixth floor, and Larissa stepped out.

Once the doors closed, the smile on Honora’s face twisted into a mask of pure hatred. If it weren’t for the security camera, she would have kicked the elevator door.

“Damn you, Larissa! What do you have to be so smug about?”

She refused to believe Larissa could handle the pressure and attacks from the Palmer family at the engagement party and shine as brightly as she had before.

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Entering Haskell’s room, Larissa walked to his bedside and placed the lunch box on the nightstand. “Eat up. My mother asked me to bring this for you.”