Larissa's Game of Thrones (Larissa) novel Chapter 279

Finley, who had been anxiously watching over Honora, whipped his head around to face Draven, his expression a mixture of shock and fury.

If he had known Draven was this unreliable, he never would have agreed to work with him.

“What is going on?” Paxton whispered harshly to his son, his eyes wide with alarm.

If Finley was really behind this, their family would be torn to shreds by the powerful people in this room.

“It wasn’t me, Dad,” Finley insisted, shaking his head.

Paxton let out a small sigh of relief. The seven other victims, while not as powerful as the Palmers, were still influential figures in Regal City. United, they could easily crush the Judson family.

A small smile played on Larissa’s lips. “Well, Haskell,” she murmured, “it looks like the dog-eat-dog show is about to begin.”

This was why they had allowed Draven and Finley’s plot to unfold. They had let them escalate the situation, knowing that the bigger the chaos, the harder their fall would be.

“It’s time to settle things with Draven tonight,” Haskell said thoughtfully.

Hearing Draven’s accusation, Zoltan erupted in a rage. “You insolent fool! Who do you think you are to meddle in your brother’s affairs?”

Though the words stung, Draven quickly feigned remorse. “I was wrong, Grandpa, Bro. I overstepped. I shouldn’t have doubted Larissa. I shouldn’t have questioned your choice.”

“Draven,” Zoltan said coldly, “don’t think a simple apology will get you out of this. I’ll deal with you later.”

“This is the Palmer estate!” Finley shot back. “I’m not brave enough to cause a scene here! It was you, Draven! You want to replace your brother as the Palmer family heir! When you found out that Larissa might be able to heal Haskell’s legs, you panicked and came up with this scheme to get rid of her, ensuring that Haskell would never recover!”

“That’s a load of nonsense!” Draven roared, his face flushing at having his true motives exposed.

As they argued, the other Palmers watched with detached amusement.

Trevor shot a contemptuous look at Thatch and sneered, “Draven, that good-for-nothing? Even if his brother doesn’t become the heir, the position would never fall to him. Does he think we don’t exist?”

“Exactly,” Garrick added. “If it weren’t for his brother, he’d be nothing. And now he dares to betray him? He’s making a mockery of the entire Palmer family.”