Larissa's Game of Thrones (Larissa) novel Chapter 341

At ten o’clock that night, Vivica returned to the Judson family’s west wing villa with two old men in tow. They were the specialists she had asked her family to find—an exorcist and a curse master.

“Please, get some rest tonight, masters,” Vivica said. “Tomorrow, I’ll need you both to examine Kiernan and determine whether he’s been hexed or cursed.” She then called out, “Gareth, show our guests to their rooms.”

Paxton, standing behind her, reminded her, “You forgot. Gareth was fired.”

“Oh, right.”

The memory soured her mood, and just as she was about to complain, Finley rose from the sofa.

“Mom, I’ll show the masters to their rooms.”

Vivica waved a hand. “Fine, you handle it.”

Once Finley had led the two men upstairs, she seethed, “That wild girl Larissa is getting way too bold! Can you believe she fired Gareth after he’d been with us for nearly twenty years?”

Paxton picked up a pack of cigarettes from the table, tapped one out, and lit it.

“Don’t worry,” he said, his voice devoid of emotion. “Gareth will be back working for us soon. I’ve already sent him to kidnap Sapphira.”

He spoke as if Sapphira wasn’t his own sister-in-law.

Hearing that her husband had tasked the fired butler with kidnapping Sapphira, Vivica felt a surge of satisfaction. “It’s about time! Sapphira has become insufferable. If we don’t teach her a lesson, she and Neville will start thinking they can walk all over us. They have only themselves to blame for taking in that feral girl.”

Vivica ground her teeth. “Since Larissa won’t go to the hospital to treat Leopold willingly, we’ll just have to force her hand.”

Paxton exhaled a slow ring of smoke. “Vivica, are you certain everything is in place for Kiernan?”

“Relax,” she assured him. “Whether he’s truly been hexed or not, I’ve already made arrangements with the specialist. This time, Larissa has no escape.”

Paxton’s tone hardened. “There can be no mistakes. If this fails, we’ll be the ones thrown out of the Judson family.”

Vivica nodded grimly.

Just then, Finley came back downstairs. Paxton turned to him. “Finley, first thing tomorrow morning, go to the hospital and arrange for Leopold’s discharge. Bring him home. And call Honora back as well.”

Gareth’s voice returned, laced with panic. “…I understand, sir.”

“Good,” Paxton said. “Do this, and you’ll have your job back, with a fifty percent raise.”

“Thank you, sir…”

Even with the offer of reinstatement and a raise, Gareth’s voice lacked any excitement. Paxton chalked it up to nerves and, without another thought, hung up the phone.

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On a remote street in a rundown part of the city.

“Miss, I’ve done as you asked. Can you please let me go now?” Gareth knelt on the pavement, trembling as he looked up at Nightveil.

Nightveil took back his phone, her other hand drawing a sharp knife from her belt. She glanced over her shoulder. “Mrs. Judson, you might want to look away. This next part could get messy.”