Larissa Judson and Haskell Palmer novel Chapter 787

At his plea, Sapphira looked uncertainly at Larissa. But Larissa just smiled. "Fine."

Fergus looked relieved. Wiping his tears, he managed a weak smile. "Thank you, Larissa!"

"Madam, Miss, where should we put him?" the butler asked.

Sapphira, seeing Larissa's decision was made, sighed internally. "Arrange a room for him in the west wing villa."

Josette had always stayed with her parents and never had her own villa on the estate.

"Sure, madam."

After the butler left, Sapphira turned to Larissa. "Are you sure you want to keep him here? The Lincolns are all ruthless. Fergus may be your cousin by blood, but his loyalty is clearly with them. He may look pitiful, but who knows if it's an act? He could be here for revenge."

"I know," Larissa said simply.

She didn't feel the need to explain further. If she was going to bring down the entire Lincoln family, that included her dear cousin.

Nightveil had already compiled a dossier on every one of them, including Fergus.

On the surface, he was just the carefree young master of the family, uninvolved in the family business. But he was far from clean. Using his innocent looks and charm, he had been playing with girls' emotions since high school, psychologically manipulating them until they were utterly devoted to him.

Before Larissa could respond, Sapphira grew tense. As Wren set down the last of the dinner plates, she asked, "Neville, what do you mean?"

Neville sighed. "Everyone knows Lucius is dangerous, but few people know that Fergus is just as bad. He's caused the deaths of several young women. One of them was even his own cousin."

"You mean that young Lincoln girl who committed suicide?" Sapphira recalled.

Neville nodded grimly.

"But they said she killed herself over a broken heart," Sapphira said. "What did that have to do with Fergus?"