Larissa Judson and Haskell Palmer novel Chapter 720

A worthless talisman. How could they even present that as a gift?

“You really are blind to true treasures,” Livia said with a disdainful laugh.

When Honora stared at her blankly, she continued, “Let me educate you. Do you have any idea who made that talisman? It was crafted by Master Inigo. You’ve heard of him, haven’t you? The country’s foremost master of metaphysics. His divinations are uncannily accurate. People would pay a fortune for a single reading from him, let alone a talisman he personally inscribed. It’s guaranteed to ward off disaster and evil spirits. That little trinket is worth at least a hundred million dollars.”

Livia smirked. “And you thought your little trinkets could compare? You can’t make a silk purse out of a sow’s ear.”

After that, she turned her attention back to the screen.

Honora felt as if she were being flayed alive.

“Ms. Tyson, you’re so knowledgeable,” Milton gushed. “Honora here is just an ordinary girl. She can’t possibly compare to you.”

The blood drained from Honora’s face. She was furious, but she forced a pout. “Milton, how could you say that? You’ve really hurt my feelings.”

He pinched her cheek. “Don’t worry. I’ll praise you properly tonight.”

“He’s not wrong. You’re nothing but a hired girl now,” Livia added coolly, disgusted by Honora’s fawning over Milton.

Honora glared at Livia with venom in her eyes. She cursed in her mind, “Damn Livia! Who does she think she is? She’s just Lucius’s arm candy. Does she really believe he loves her?”

“Oh, right,” Avril said, nodding. Then a thought struck her. “Haskell… are you going to give Larissa your entire fortune?”

It was the only thing she could think of that would top Torrin’s offer—shares in the Palmer Group, or the entire family fortune.

The moment the words left her mouth, she realized how impossible it sounded. If Haskell became the heir, his fortune would be the Palmer family’s fortune. Even if he was willing to sign it over to Larissa, would their grandfather ever agree?

Zoltan, who had overheard, shot a sharp glance at his grandson.

Rigby saw the exchange and thought of the anonymous caller who had claimed his grandfather had orchestrated his mother’s death to keep the Palmer fortune from falling into her hands. If Haskell really intended to give that fortune to Larissa, would Zoltan tolerate it?