Larissa Judson and Haskell Palmer novel Chapter 626

The driver chuckled. “See? I told you. Your husband and sons don’t give a damn about you.”

“You’re wrong!” Vivica screamed, frantically dialing Finley’s number. It went straight to voicemail. His phone was still off.

Left with no other choice, she called Leopold. He answered quickly, but his voice was laced with irritation.

“Mom, what is it now?”

Now? As if she was always a bother.

“Leopold,” she said, her voice trembling, “I’ve been kidnapped. Do you believe me?”

Silence.

Vivica looked up at the man, who was watching her with a cruel, knowing smile. Her heart hammered against her ribs.

Finally, Leopold sighed. “Mom, please, stop. I’m working around the clock recording my new songs so I can finally make it big and get Larissa to forgive me. I don’t have time for this.”

“How is me being kidnapped ‘this’? Do you think I staged this myself?”

Her fear morphed into desperate anger.

“Fine, you didn’t stage it. I’m the one talking nonsense, okay? It’s late, and I have to work tomorrow. I can’t chat. Get some sleep.”

After that, he hung up.

Vivica stared at the dead phone in her hand. The bastard had been right. Her husband, her sons—none of them cared if she lived or died.

He paused. “After that, when your wife ends up dead, framing Larissa will be much more convincing.”

“I understand,” came the reply from the other end.

“I’ll send the videos of her torment now. Enjoy the show,” the driver sneered. “And remember, your precious daughter Larissa did all this. I had nothing to do with it.”

“I know. I have to go,” Paxton said, his voice sounding strangely thick, as if he were choking back tears. He hung up abruptly.

The driver scoffed. “What a hypocrite. Putting on a show of remorse. He’s no better than I am.”

He then selected the videos he had taken of Vivica and sent them to Paxton.