Larissa's Game of Thrones (Larissa) novel Chapter 411

In a dark, secret room in Africa, Solomon listened to Haskell’s pointed question and knew with absolute certainty that his sister had been taken by him.

When he spoke again, his voice was laced with ice. “I don’t know where Draven is either. Wasn’t he taken to be taught a lesson the other day? For all we know, those thugs accidentally killed him and dumped his body in some unmarked grave. After what he did to you, Haskell, why do you even care? Wouldn’t it be better if he were dead?”

Haskell let out a soft sigh, his tone deceptively helpless. “Regardless, he is my brother. Even if he’s dead, I need to find his body.”

“What a load of crap,” Solomon thought, seething. He knew Haskell had Faith, but he couldn’t say it outright.

“Well then, if I hear anything about Draven, I’ll be sure to let you know. And I’d appreciate it if you’d do the same if you find any trace of my sister.”

“Of course.”

Solomon hung up and immediately kicked the table in front of him, sending it crashing to the floor.

Frustration churned in his gut. It was infuriating.

“Damn it! I can’t believe that cripple pulled a move like this!” His entire plan, which hinged on Haskell coming to Africa for Draven, was now in ruins.

His subordinates dropped to their knees, trembling.

Talon, Solomon’s most trusted advisor, cautiously watched his boss’s face. “Sir, what do we do now? Do we release him?”

Solomon clenched his fists and glared at Draven, who was lying in the corner like a half-dead dog. “What other choice do I have? Are you going to rescue my sister from Haskell for me?”

Talon lit it for him. “Have you been following the news from back home, Sir?”

“Get to the point,” Solomon snapped.

“Jagger Lincoln has been arrested,” Talon said quickly. “Someone leaked that the Lincoln family was using slave labor in their mines in Myanmar. The family cut him loose to save themselves, pinning all the blame on him. His own mother, Helena, personally handed him over to the authorities.”

Solomon sneered. “It was Haskell’s doing. No one else would dare to cross the Lincolns like that. But to make an enemy of them at a time like this… Haskell must have a death wish.”

Even as he called Haskell a fool, a flicker of resentment ignited within him. Haskell knew that he and Fraser Palmer were vying for the heir’s position, yet he still dared to provoke the Lincoln family. It was a clear sign of how little he thought of them.

“And?” Solomon prompted.