Larissa's Game of Thrones (Larissa) novel Chapter 138

Larissa leaned back in her seat, a teasing tone in her voice. “Really? Locked out of your own company? How tragic.”

“Isn’t it? I’m so pitiful. I’ll need my future wife to comfort me.”

“I think you’re just making up excuses.”

“I swear on my honor, I am completely innocent.”

“Alright, then. Same place as usual, or should we book that presidential suite I mentioned last night?” Larissa continued to tease.

This time, Haskell was coy. “Neither. Today, we’re going somewhere much more interesting.”

“Oh? More interesting, you say? Now I’m intrigued.”

“Heh. I’ve sent you the location.”

Following the coordinates Haskell sent, Larissa arrived at a sleek, modern villa. A pair of large, well-dressed bodyguards were lying unconscious on the manicured lawn. She raised an eyebrow, a flicker of amusement in her eyes.

So this was Haskell’s idea of “interesting.” He didn’t disappoint.

The front door was ajar. Without hesitation, she stepped over the two downed guards and walked inside. Haskell was sitting in his wheelchair by the window, a faint, enigmatic smile playing on his lips. His assistant, Crispin, stood beside him.

Haskell didn’t answer.

It was Larissa who spoke, her eyes glinting with an unreadable light. “So you’re the famous adopted daughter,” she said, her tone deceptively casual. “Haskell broke his legs saving you, didn’t he?”

Valeria’s smile froze, vanishing instantly.

“Yes…” she stammered, her voice barely a whisper. “It was my fault.”

“Was it your fault,” Larissa pressed, her gaze sharp as a blade, “or was it your plan?”