Larissa Judson and Haskell Palmer novel Chapter 428

Larissa, completely unfazed, twisted the knife. "I just wanted to congratulate you, Mr. Lincoln. You made it to the top of the trending list tonight with that little video with your uncle. You’ve given the public a wonderful glimpse of your beauty and your perfect physique. I'm sure all the gay men out there are especially grateful."

"Larissa!" he roared.

She laughed again. "Mr. Lincoln, the last time I visited your family to make my aunt Josette honor our bet, I told Helena I know everything about you all. I warned her not to provoke me, or I would make the Lincoln family as disgraced and destitute as Paxton’s family."

Without giving him a chance to respond, she ended the call. Larissa could just imagine Lucius's apoplectic rage on the other end of that provocative call.

Good. That was exactly the effect she wanted.

...

Nine o'clock at night.

As Leopold's car pulled up to Garrick's mansion, a figure was hurled from the iron gates like a sack of trash.

Leopold squinted. It was his older brother, Finley.

"If you're going to die, don't do it at my house! So unlucky!" Garrick shouted from behind the gate, his arms crossed and his face a mask of disgust.

"Finley... don't scare me. What's wrong? Why are you bleeding so much?"

Finley's eyelids fluttered open. "The... the poison..." he rasped, his voice barely a whisper. "It's... acting up..."

The pain was worse than ever before, a searing agony that felt like his bones were being ground to dust. He would have preferred it if Leopold had just put him out of his misery.

The poison! Leopold remembered. Larissa had poisoned Finley. That meant only Larissa could stop his suffering.