Larissa Judson and Haskell Palmer novel Chapter 878

Larissa felt a wave of exhaustion. She nodded. “Alright. For now, I’ll make sure my grandfather and the villagers are safe. We can figure out Jedidiah’s real objective when we have more clues.”

If they really were escaped convicts, she’d just have them eliminated on the spot. After all, if the bodies were buried in her village’s herb garden, they would quickly decompose and become fertilizer for the plants, leaving no trace for anyone to find.

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The next day, at the Luminary Arts Centre.

After the D&C surgery, Honora had slept for two straight days. When she finally woke, she placed a hand on her stomach, a dull ache still lingering.

The baby was gone.

She had thought the child would be her ticket to becoming Lucius’s woman, but he had been utterly ruthless, not even sparing his own flesh and blood. How could his heart be so cruel?

Just then, her phone rang. She listlessly pulled it out. Seeing it was Lucius, she had to swallow her resentment and answer.

“Mr. Lincoln.”

“Bring a clean, pretty girl to the Lincoln estate at three this afternoon.”

“Okay… Any other requirements?”

“Preferably someone who resembles Livia, either in personality or looks,” Lucius added.

Honora’s hand tightened on her phone, but she forced herself to reply, “Understood, Mr. Lincoln.”

After hanging up, her eyes filled with hatred. Lucius was that obsessed with Livia? Even the women he sought out had to be like her. Men were such pathetic creatures!

Once she had vented her anger, Honora forced herself to get up. She put on a flawless mask of makeup to hide her discomfort and headed to the Luminary Arts Centre’s training facility to select a woman who fit Lucius’s criteria.

“Mr. Lincoln, I’ve brought her. What do you think?”

Lucius, seated on the sofa, noted the woman’s resemblance to Livia, his expression darkening slightly. “What’s your name?” he asked.

The young woman was clearly nervous. She glanced at Honora before replying, “Ianthe.”

Lucius gestured with his hand, and a servant picked up a scandalously revealing outfit from the table and brought it to Ianthe.

“Put this on,” Lucius commanded coldly.

Ianthe stared at the revealing clothes, her reluctance obvious.

“Isn’t this a job interview?” she asked Honora. “Why do I have to wear something so… revealing?”