Larissa Judson and Haskell Palmer novel Chapter 298

Hearing her daughter's words, Sapphira couldn't help but ask curiously, "You already have a plan?"

A sly grin spread across Larissa's face. "Well, originally, I wanted to keep things within the family. I didn't want to make a huge scene and completely humiliate Aunt Josette in public. But since she's decided to play dirty, I'll just have to beat her at her own game."

With that, she pulled out her phone and expertly dialed Nightveil.

"Nightveil, I need you to find me a professional brass band, complete with drummers. And I need them now."

...

Jagger had changed his clothes and gone straight back to his room to catch up on sleep.

Meanwhile, Josette was in the living room, pacing anxiously. For half an hour, she sat there on pins and needles, her mind racing as she tried to guess what was happening outside.

Finally, unable to bear the anxiety any longer, she turned to the butler who was passing by.

"Go and check," she said urgently, "is my niece still outside the main gate?"

"Yes, Ma'am." The butler hurried outside. He returned a few moments later, his expression a mixture of confusion and concern.

Seeing his face, Josette's heart leaped into her throat. "Well? What is it?" she demanded.

The butler replied, "Ma'am, Ms. Judson is still at the gate. And..."

He trailed off, his eyes shifting uneasily as if debating whether to report what he had seen.

"And what? Spit it out!" Josette snapped, her sense of unease growing stronger.

"I'm already disturbed," she announced coolly.

Josette flinched. "Mom... I'll handle this right away."

Helena's tone was icy. "Handle it by chasing her away? Are you not worried that if you do, she'll just take this circus all over Regal City?"

Josette was at a loss for words. "...You're right, Mom. I didn't think it through."

Helena's voice was frigid. "You've been married into this family for years, yet you're still as brainless as ever. You spend all your time preserving your face; perhaps you should try preserving what little you have in your head."

Josette seethed but dared not talk back. "Yes, Mom..."

"It's not that I look down on your family," Helena said with a condescending air, "but look at this. This niece you've just brought back is as witless as you are, causing a scene at my family's home over such a trivial matter."