Larissa Judson and Haskell Palmer novel Chapter 653

When Larissa followed the attendant to the exclusive VIP lounge, the door was already open, as if they were expecting her. From inside, she could hear men’s voices, brazenly discussing her.

"You think she's here to cause trouble for Theon? I bet she's here to beg him to let Starlight Media off the hook."

"Come on, even if the bitch is here to beg, it wouldn't be to Theon. It'd be to our Mr. Lincoln!"

Larissa paused at the doorway and glanced back down the hall she’d just come from. Only one attendant had brought her up, but now, the corridor was lined with towering bodyguards in black suits. The attendant who had led her here gave her a final, pitying look before turning away.

Pitying her?

She scoffed. There was no need for that.

With a dismissive smirk, Larissa stepped into the lounge. As she did, the bodyguards from the hall swarmed forward, blocking the entrance. She glanced back at them, not a flicker of alarm on her face.

A chorus of whistles and jeers erupted from inside. "Well, well! Look who it is! The little bitch has arrived!"

The voice belonged to Milton. He patted Honora, who was still in his arms. "Darling, Larissa's here. Didn't you want revenge? Tonight, I'll let you enjoy the show. Let's see how miserable she ends up."

Honora cooed, "Oh, Milton, you're the best."

She then looked up at Larissa, her eyes filled with a mixture of hatred and undeniable schadenfreude. Finally. She was finally seeing this little slut again. If it weren't for her, she wouldn't have fallen so far. Today, she would watch Larissa humiliate herself. After all, this wasn't the Judson estate or the Palmer mansion. There was no one here to protect her—only enemies.

A slow, sly smile spread across her face as she looked at Theon. "I'm here," she said casually, "to test just how tough your skull really is."

Theon frowned, not quite grasping her meaning. "What are you talking about?"

Larissa's smile widened. "What am I talking about?" she repeated softly. "You'll find out soon enough."

With that, she flexed her fingers, cracking her knuckles in preparation.

Milton chuckled from his seat. "Seriously, Larissa? You're going to start something in here? You don't think those bodyguards outside are just for show, do you?"