Larissa Judson and Haskell Palmer novel Chapter 698

[I know this! It’s based on the songs of an ancient tribe!]

[The melody is so unique, and the lyrics feel like you’ve wandered into another realm. Paired with Larissa’s ethereal voice, it’s like a paradise unfolding before you. But just as I was completely immersed, the song takes a turn. The beautiful illusion shatters, replaced by a cruel reality where suffering engulfs the innocent. It’s heartbreaking. And the most incredible part is how Larissa’s voice shifts from ethereal to one filled with divine compassion.]

[My God! After years of listening to manufactured pop trash, I thought the music scene was dead! I figured Leopold was as good as it gets, but Larissa is on a whole other level!]

[WHAT DID I JUST LISTEN TO?! Is this something a human can even create? It feels like it was composed by angels!]

[Absolutely phenomenal! My ears have never experienced such bliss!]

[You know that feeling when a song is so good you can’t find the words to describe it? That’s me right now.]

[The second song is so grand and powerful. It shines a light on every ordinary person—contrasting the decadent lives of the rich with the weary struggle of just getting through the day.]

[The third song, ‘Wildfire,’ is pure adrenaline. The music is so uplifting and full of hope.]

[Honestly, any one of these three songs is a masterpiece of immense value. Both musically and culturally, they deserve to be studied and cherished!]

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After sending his birthday message to Larissa, Leopold had immediately gone to Ruby Rhythm to listen to her songs. The server crash had stopped him, so he switched to Twitter and saw her post from two minutes earlier: [Celebrating my birthday with three new original songs.]

He scrolled through the comments—a mix of insults and support. Most of the negative ones were from his own fans.

A pang of guilt hit him. But he felt he had no other choice. Only by reaching the absolute pinnacle of his career would he have the right to ask for her forgiveness. Otherwise, anything he said now would be meaningless to her.

[You mutt. Did you listen to my songs? How’s that swollen face feeling? Just a friendly reminder, you have three days. If Starlight Media isn’t bankrupt by then, our bet is due. And you’re next on my list.]

Avril's Joy: [The leash is ready and waiting~]

There was no reply from Milton.

Larissa continued, her next message aimed higher.

[Tell your master that after I’m done with his lapdogs, he’s next. He can wait for me to come for his throat.]

The other members of the group, who had been silently watching, felt a collective shiver run down their spines. In that moment, they all understood: Larissa wasn’t playing games. She was going to burn the Lincoln family to the ground.