Larissa Judson and Haskell Palmer novel Chapter 410

“I understand, Ms. Judson!” Leila declared, her heart pounding with determination.

All she had to do was follow Larissa’s lead and prove her trust was not misplaced.

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When the workday ended at noon, Larissa packed her things and drove straight to the Palmer Group to see Haskell.

She parked her car and walked into the Palmer Group, navigating her way to Haskell’s office with practiced ease. When she pushed the door open, she found him still engrossed in his work.

Haskell’s face broke into a smile as he saw her. He set down his files and wheeled his chair over to greet her.

Larissa walked straight to his desk and plopped into a chair, her eyes immediately drawn to an exquisitely packaged lunchbox on the table.

“What gourmet creation do we have today?” she asked, already reaching to untie the wrapping.

Haskell smiled and rolled his chair to the side of the desk. “This is a delicate shrimp and crisp vegetable dish,” he explained patiently. “And here we have a rich, savory braised pork ribs. Finally, a nourishing mushroom soup.”

An intoxicating aroma filled the air.

“Just from the smell, I can tell this is going to be incredible,” Larissa said. She picked up a set of cutlery, handing a fork to Haskell before eagerly digging in herself.

Just as Haskell took the fork, his phone rang. He glanced at the caller ID: Solomon Palmer.

He ignored it, letting it ring until it went silent.

Larissa took a bite of the shrimp, then looked up at him. “Who was that? Why didn’t you answer?”

Haskell was leaning back comfortably in his wheelchair, his gaze fixed on Larissa as she expertly inserted needles into his legs. Her focus was absolute, her movements precise.

He watched her for a moment before replying nonchalantly, “I have no idea. Maybe she left the estate and got drunk at some bar and passed out?”

“Impossible,” Solomon said. “My father sent people to every bar she frequents. Not a trace of her. And her phone goes straight to voicemail.”

Haskell feigned a thoughtful tone. “Is that so? Then you should probably be asking her friends, not me.”

“I just figured with your vast network and resources, you’d be more informed than us. I was hoping you might have a lead we don’t.”

“I truly don’t know anything about your sister’s whereabouts, but I can keep an eye out for you,” Haskell said, his voice smooth. Then, he shifted the topic. “By the way, Draven Palmer is also missing. Have you heard anything from him?”