Larissa Judson and Haskell Palmer novel Chapter 631

Milton saw the screenshots online and burst into a furious laugh.

“This Larissa,” he sneered, “is really digging her own grave. Plastering our bet all over the internet… does she want the whole world to watch her lick my shoes?”

“Maybe she thinks you’re the one who’s going to be walked like a dog,” Livia remarked dryly.

“Hah, not a chance,” Milton scoffed. “Mr. Lincoln himself has spoken. This is a sure win for me!”

Theon glanced at the trending topic about the bet. “Well, since Larissa loves the spotlight so much, I’ll give her some more. I’ll leak the casting news for ‘Heaven's Will’—that she’s chosen Wynn for the lead and Rigby for the villain. That’s guaranteed to set the internet on fire.”

“Hahaha, brilliant!” Milton crowed. “I hear Damon’s planning to hand the company over to you. Let me be the first to congratulate the future chairmen!”

Theon’s eyes flickered toward Livia, whose expression had soured. “It’s still a long way off. First, I need to help Mr. Lincoln crush Starlight Media, and then I have to make Leopold a star and squeeze every last drop of value out of him for the company. Only then will my father trust me with it.”

“With Mr. Lincoln backing you, it’ll happen in no time,” Milton flattered.

“Let’s hope so,” Theon said with a grin, turning his gaze back to his sister. “And it’s all thanks to my dear sister! If it weren’t for her, Mr. Lincoln would have never given me the time of day.”

Livia’s hands tightened into fists. Swallowing her humiliation, she forced a pained expression. “Theon, don’t talk nonsense. I married Lucius because I truly love him, not so he could prop you up.”

She looked up at the ever-taciturn Lucius, her voice dripping with affection. “Lucius, you have to believe me.”

Lucius took her hand, his words carrying a veiled threat. “Of course. But if you ever dare to betray me, I won’t spare you, or Gale Entertainment.”

Livia buried her face in his chest. “I would never. I just hope you’ll never abandon me.”

Just then, Theon interjected impatiently, “Alright, Livia, that’s enough. Why don’t you sing another song for Mr. Lincoln? Keep him entertained.”

She stormed out of the private room.

“Mr. Lincoln, look at her…” Theon began.

“Go with your sister,” Lucius said coldly. “I don’t want her going home alone.”

“Of course, Mr. Lincoln.”

With Lucius’s permission, Theon got up and followed her out.

Lucius watched the siblings leave, his expression as cold as ice. He’d seen perfectly well how Theon, the illegitimate son, had been undermining Livia all night. But he hadn’t stopped it. Whether Livia had betrayed him or not, she needed to understand one thing: her standing in her own family depended entirely on his mood.

As they reached the door, Theon quickened his pace to catch up with Livia, his voice a low, mocking sneer. “You must be seething, my dear sis. The daughter of the legitimate wife, and what are you now? Nothing but a pawn for me to use in a marriage alliance.”