Larissa Judson and Haskell Palmer novel Chapter 391

As it happened, Sharon Dillon’s best friend was at the bar that night. The moment she saw Torrin, she frantically texted Sharon.

[Bad news! Your idiot brother is causing trouble at Subzero!]

Torrin glared at Jagger. “You moron! My father sent me to deliver food to build my character!”

“Build your character?” Jagger scoffed. “Haven’t you had enough character-building from all those years in the gutter? Well, it doesn’t matter. From the moment you decided to cross me, you sealed your fate. The Dillons are going to abandon you for real this time!”

Torrin looked at him, completely unimpressed. “Who the hell are you to speak for the Dillon family?”

Sharon’s friend quickly interjected, “Mr. Dillon, this is Jagger Lincoln.”

“Never heard of him,” Torrin said dismissively. “Probably just another dog who thinks he’s a lion. If he had any real power, he wouldn’t be here running his mouth about Larissa.”

Jagger pointed a shaking finger at him. “Alright… alright… I’ll remember you. And when I’m done, I’ll deal with you and that bitch Larissa at the same time!”

“You dare insult her again right in front of me?” Torrin stepped forward. “We don’t have to wait. I’ll deal with you right now!”

With that, he threw another punch.

Avril was shocked. She hadn’t expected Torrin to fly into a rage over a single word. She quickly pulled out her phone and started recording the brawl.

Jagger tried to fight back, but years of indulgence had left him soft. He was no match for Torrin, who was hardened by years of manual labor. After a few clumsy swings, he was on the ground again.

Torrin straddled him, grabbed his collar, and landed another punch. “I’ll teach you to keep Larissa’s name out of your filthy mouth!”

Sharon’s friend watched, horrified. Just then, a message from Sharon came through.

[Let him. If he gets into enough trouble, maybe Dad will finally disown him for good and get him out of my hair.]

Her friend quickly typed back.

[I’m here.]

Avril cleared her throat, trying to hide her guilt. “Torrin, if you’re looking for Larissa, you just missed her. She already went home.”

Torrin pocketed his phone. Damn it, she left without him again.

He walked over and thrust the food bag at Avril.

Avril blinked. “Huh?”

“For you.”

Seeing her still frozen in confusion, he impatiently shoved the bag into her arms, turned, and walked away.