Larissa Judson and Haskell Palmer novel Chapter 614

After the call ended, Garrick looked at his brother with admiration. “You’re on another level, Fraser. Way smarter than Solomon. He’s just like his father, a brute who thinks force can solve everything. He actually thought he could use Draven to lure Haskell to Africa and kill him. It’s laughable now, knowing Draven was a fake.”

“Once Haskell is out of the way, Solomon won’t stand a chance against you. The position of heir will be yours.”

Fraser removed his glasses and meticulously polished them with a cloth. “Even if this fails, it doesn’t matter. Partnering with Solomon was just a contingency plan. If it all goes wrong, we can pin the blame on him. After all, I never showed my face. The package was sent in his name, and he was the one who took Thatch from the asylum.”

Garrick grinned. “Fraser, once you’re the heir, you have to help me deal with that bitch, Larissa.”

“Don’t worry. She’s made plenty of enemies. Once Haskell falls, she’ll be a fish out of water, ripe for the picking. You can do whatever you want with her then.”

Fraser put his glasses back on, the lenses glinting with confidence. “Now, we just sit back and watch the show.”

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During the drive to the Regal City Asylum, Sire sat in the back row with his eyes closed, completely silent. Rigby, seeing this, also kept quiet.

Larissa and Haskell, however, were another story. She treated his legs while he flirted with her, their conversation filling the car.

Rigby was surprised. He’d never imagined the legendary Haskell could be so talkative and playful in private. But then, he realized, it was probably only with Larissa.

A woman like her deserved it.

The two snakes obediently slithered back into her bag. Larissa zipped it almost shut, leaving a small opening for air, and got out of the car.

Crispin helped Haskell into his wheelchair. As they entered the main gate, the facility’s director rushed toward them, his face a mask of panic.

“Mr. Palmer! Thatch is gone! We’ve searched the entire asylum, but he’s nowhere to be found.”

Hearing this, Sire, who had just gotten out of the car, clenched his fists, his face hardening.

Rigby’s expression turned grim. So it was true. Haskell had secretly sent that monster away. He had never intended to punish him at all. This entire trip was just a charade.