Larissa's Game of Thrones (Larissa) novel Chapter 171

The moment Larissa pushed open the door to the private room, undisguised shock flashed across Finley and Honora’s faces. A sense of foreboding settled over them.

To their dismay, Larissa showed no signs of having entered the wrong room. She walked straight in and took the empty seat next to Solon.

“Why so shocked?” Larissa asked, a faint smile playing on her lips. “I’m here for the meeting, of course. Solon said a friend wanted to see me, so here I am. Oh, so it was you.”

Crispin followed her in, pushing Haskell’s wheelchair.

Honora, recovering first, turned to the silent Solon. “Solon, when you said Field of Lari… you don’t mean Larissa, do you?”

Solon nodded. “That’s right. Larissa is Field of Lari.”

Honora stared at him, hoping he was joking, but his expression was calm and serious.

At that, Leopold burst out laughing. “This is priceless! Honora, I told you I was right about him! He’s a complete fraud!”

Finley frowned, his gaze hardening as he looked at Solon. “Are you certain she is Field of Lari?”

Honora’s voice was laced with disappointment. “Solon, I’ll ask you one more time. Are you absolutely sure you’re not mistaken? The Field of Lari you know is Larissa?”

Weary of her repeated questioning, Solon’s face turned cold.

“Like hell anyone would believe you’re Field of Lari!” Leopold spat. “You’re just playing us for fools!”

Larissa shook her head after pouring her coffee. “See? I tell you the truth, and you refuse to hear it.”

“I remember now…” Honora said, a look of sudden understanding on her face. “No wonder you said last night that you could stop Field of Lari from selling us the rights. It’s because you knew we’d never get to meet the real author today. This was all part of your plan, wasn’t it?”

Larissa took a sip of the fragrant coffee, set the cup down, and shrugged with a lazy smile. “No, no, why would I lie to you? It’s simply because I am Field of Lari, which means I’m the one who decides whether or not to sell the rights to Finley.”

Her tone was a frustrating mix of sincerity and mockery, leaving the previously silent Finley in a state of doubt. Unlike Leopold and Honora, he hadn’t entirely dismissed the possibility, yet he couldn’t bring himself to believe that the key to Starlight Media’s future was in Larissa’s hands.