Larissa Judson and Haskell Palmer novel Chapter 761

Larissa clapped her hands together softly. “Of course, if you’re willing to tell me who the big shot behind the Lincoln family is and hand over any evidence of his crimes, I’ll consider it your penance. How about I let you walk away with your life?”

At the mention of the powerful figure backing him, a fresh wave of terror washed over Lucius. He shot to his feet. “Larissa, what else do you know?”

She looked down on the disheveled man with disdain. “All you need to know is that I know far more than you think.”

A broken laugh escaped Lucius’s lips. “Larissa, if you really knew who was behind my family, how could you possibly have the guts to come after us? You actually think you can take him down?”

“I’ll admit, I underestimated you at first, and that’s why I’m in this mess. But no matter how capable you are, do you seriously believe you can win against the man supporting me? Hah! You’re delusional!”

At this point, Lucius felt he had nothing left to lose. After all, by offending the man behind the Lincoln family, Larissa had already signed her own death warrant.

Larissa arched an eyebrow, a smirk playing on her lips. “Oh, really? When I first decided to take on your family, wasn't every major house in Regal City convinced I was biting off more than I could chew? But look at the situation now. It’s obvious to everyone that Neverending Night isn’t surviving this crisis. You’ll either be shutting its doors for good or selling it off.”

Lucius staggered to his feet, his eyes laced with bloodshot veins. He stared at Larissa’s exquisite, icy face, as if trying to see through her and uncover the secrets she was still hiding.

“Larissa…” he rasped, his voice like gravel. “You think taking down my family means you’ve won? That man can crush you with a flick of his finger!”

Larissa gave a scornful laugh, idly twirling a silver needle between her fingertips, its tip glinting in the light.

“Is that so? Then why don’t you guess why I dared to touch the Lincoln family?” She approached him slowly, her tall boots stepping on his shadow. “Because… the so-called ‘big shot’ you’re talking about is my real target.”

Lucius’s pupils shrank, his heart hammering against his ribs.

With that, Larissa turned and hauled Paxton to his feet. “Time to get you to the station.”

Suddenly, the string snapped. The beads scattered across the stone floor, the rattling sound echoing like a dark omen.

Helena’s hand froze. She turned to the butler. “Bring Fergus here.”

A flicker of emotion crossed Lucius’s face, but he remained silent.

The butler hesitated for a moment, waiting to see if Helena would change her mind. When she didn’t, he turned and left the chapel.

A short while later, Fergus, the son of Josette and Jagger, arrived with the butler. He had a bright, infectious smile, looking every bit the innocent, carefree young man.

He walked straight to Helena, his voice cheerful.