Larissa's Game of Thrones (Larissa) novel Chapter 322

Seeing Finley ignore him, Garrick bellowed a final warning, “Fine, Finley! Just you wait! I’ll make you regret this!”

Finley paid no attention to the threats echoing behind him. Limping, he quickly guided the woman into an elevator. He only let out a breath of relief once the doors slid shut.

He had just made a powerful enemy.

The woman, Leila, looked at him with gratitude. “Sir, thank you… Why would you risk angering Garrick to save me?”

Finley turned to her. “It wasn’t me… It was…” He hesitated for a moment. “My sister wanted me to save you.”

The words “my sister” felt foreign on his tongue, the first time he had used them to refer to Larissa. It sounded awkward.

“Your sister?” Leila’s eyes widened in recognition. “You mean the young lady who openly defied Garrick at the auction?”

Finley nodded. “Yes, that’s her.”

A grateful smile touched Leila’s lips. “I see. I didn’t think she would actually come for me… I mean, I know she probably did it just to annoy Garrick…”

“You’re wrong,” Finley said. “She genuinely wanted to save you.”

Leila stared, her pupils dilating in surprise.

Seeing her disbelief, Finley added, “She said you were beautiful and wanted to sign you as an artist for our entertainment company.”

“Oh, I see,” Leila said, her voice sincere. “Please, sir, thank your sister for me. Without her, Garrick would have ruined my life.”

Finley was silent for a moment. “You should tell her that yourself. I’m not really in a position to. She might not appreciate it coming from me.”

Perhaps… perhaps giving it to his real sister, Larissa, would be more meaningful now.

“Yes,” Finley said, “I hope it makes her happy.”

He told his assistant to swing by Starlight Media to pick up the bag before taking Leila back to the Judson estate.

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Back at the Judson estate, in front of the East Villa, Larissa found Finley waiting for her when she returned home from treating Haskell. Standing beside him was the beautiful young woman he had rescued.

Seeing Larissa approach, Finley clutched the luxury shopping bag in his hand, his voice laced with anxiety. “Lari, I saved her. Are you… are you willing to talk to me now?”