Larissa Judson and Haskell Palmer novel Chapter 282

“You worthless piece of trash! You nearly got me killed! Is your pathetic life even enough to pay for that?” the man roared.

“If your brother Haskell hadn’t been protecting you, do you think a loser like you could have ever returned to the Palmer family as a pampered young master living in the lap of luxury?”

“A nobody like you, daring to usurp Haskell!”

The man punctuated each curse with a kick to Draven’s head. All Draven could do was curl into a ball, shielding his head as the blows rained down.

Thatch glanced at Zoltan, who showed no intention of intervening. Thatch knew better than to plead for his son; it would only drag him down as well.

Seeing this, the other six poisoned guests felt their own anger surge.

“Zoltan, let’s be clear,” one of them said. “We will have our revenge on Draven for this. As long as we don’t kill him, we can do what we want, right?”

“Yes, as long as he lives,” Zoltan confirmed, his tone calm as he addressed the furious guests. “The Palmer family will provide compensation until you are all fully satisfied.”

“Good. With your word, we’ll be taking this waste of space with us tonight to deal with him privately,” the man declared.

“As you wish,” Zoltan replied without hesitation.

Haskell then turned to his father, a look of mock confusion on his face. “Dad, Draven is your son. Are you just going to stand by and watch him be humiliated like this?”

“If I had known he would do something like this to his own brother, I would have been the first one to punish him!” Thatch snarled. He then strode forward and kicked Draven, who had just managed to struggle to his feet, sending him crashing back to the floor.

The guests shot scornful looks at Paxton’s family.

“It’s a shame Paxton was too blind to see it. If she were my daughter, I’d put her on a pedestal!”

“Not only did they disown her, but that son of theirs, Finley, conspired with Draven to harm his own sister.”

“Hah, people that shortsighted and heartless will get what’s coming to them. It’s too late for regrets now.”

Listening to the open criticism, the color drained from Paxton and Vivica’s faces.

The lead guest then turned his sharp gaze on them. “Finley was an accomplice in this. Paxton, Vivica, what are you going to do about it?”