Larissa Judson and Haskell Palmer novel Chapter 586

“That’s enough, Haskell,” Larissa said with a dismissive wave. “Don’t waste your breath. What would a man with no one to love know about happiness?”

She turned her attention back to the intruders. “I said you’re not welcome here. Get out. Now.”

Kenric, however, wasn’t ready to back down. He planted his hands on his hips, his face a mask of defiance. “We’re not going anywhere, so what are you going to do about—”

His words choked in his throat as a sharp, stinging pain shot through his neck. Before he could even react, his entire body seized up in a violent convulsion. He collapsed to the floor in a heap, twitching and foaming at the mouth.

Lucius instantly recognized the symptoms—they were identical to what he’d witnessed at the Judson estate. This woman was just as unnervingly strange as ever.

Larissa nonchalantly examined a silver needle held between her fingertips.

“If you don’t leave now, Lucius,” she said, her voice deceptively calm, “you might end up like your little dog here.”

Her eyes glinted with a dangerous light. “I wouldn’t mind taking a video to post online. I’m sure you’d go viral all over again.”

Lucius’s jaw tightened. He glanced at Kenric’s writhing form on the floor, then back at Larissa. Without another word, he turned and signaled for his bodyguards to follow him out.

“Hey, Lucius!” Larissa called after his retreating back. “Aren’t you going to take your dog with you?”

He didn’t answer, just strode down the stairs and disappeared without a backward glance.

Rigby stared at the convulsing man on the floor.

“What’s wrong with him?” he asked, stunned.

Larissa walked over and delivered a swift, brutal kick to Kenric’s groin. The man’s eyes rolled back in his head as he passed out from the pain.

“Larissa,” he said, his voice trembling slightly, “I have a feeling. I think he’s really my brother.”

His eyes shone with a desperate hope.

“Don’t get ahead of yourself, Haskell,” Larissa said soothingly, patting his shoulder. “We’ll know for sure soon enough.”

She pushed his wheelchair, following Rigby into the room.

Haskell’s hands clenched on his thighs.

Yes, he thought. Soon he would finally know if Rigby was his brother.