Larissa Judson and Haskell Palmer novel Chapter 817

As he spoke, Solomon caught a glimpse of movement from the corner of his eye. The shadow had vanished.

A cold smile touched his lips. He said, “Fine, we’ll talk when I get home,” and hung up.

The moment Solomon walked through his front door, Faith rushed to him.

“Solomon, what was that call about? What about the situation in Africa? Is Grandpa not holding Haskell accountable at all? Is he just going to let Larissa keep causing trouble for our family?”

Solomon sneered. “That’s right. Even with something this serious, Haskell gets off scot-free. It’s true, then. The three-month deadline Grandpa set wasn’t for us—it was for Haskell and Larissa. As long as she can heal his legs within three months, his position as the Palmer family heir is set in stone.”

Faith was practically exploding with rage. “Then what do we do? The family meeting is just around the corner! If this shipment disaster gets blamed on our branch of the family, we’ll have even less of a chance!”

“I didn’t expect to see Sire at the estate,” Solomon said, sinking into the sofa. “Everything I said on the phone was for his benefit.”

The anxiety in Faith’s eyes turned to anticipation. “Is that so? It seems that Fraser really knows what he’s doing. Sowing discord is so much easier than getting our own hands dirty.”

Solomon’s voice was filled with triumph. “As long as Sire makes a move on Grandpa, it doesn’t matter if the old man lives or dies. Haskell’s future is finished either way.”

And then, it wouldn’t matter how much Haskell boasted about his plans to take down the Lincoln family and their backer. It would all be for nothing.

…

“So? What did your grandfather say about the Africa situation?” Larissa asked Haskell, her curiosity piqued.

“Lucius is being held overnight for further questioning,” Larissa reported. “If they can’t get anything out of him, they’ll have to release him, but the police will continue to investigate Fergus’s disappearance.”

Haskell chuckled. “So Fergus basically served himself up to you as a hostage.”

“Fergus seems to think this is all some kind of game,” Larissa said with a scoff. “He’s the textbook definition of a liability. It’s clear Helena sheltered him too much, raised him to be a complete idiot. Trying to seduce me? He really overestimates himself. As if I’d even look at him when I have a handsome man like you around all the time.”

Haskell’s smile was warm. “So does that mean I indirectly helped you deal with Fergus?”

“You did,” Larissa said, winking mischievously. “And you could help even more if you put a little more effort into seducing me.”