Larissa's Game of Thrones (Larissa) novel Chapter 417

A heated argument was taking place outside, and a moment later, the door burst open.

Honora, who had been meticulously preparing herself to captivate Lucius, had fashioned a makeshift veil from a piece of gauze to hide her scar. At the sound of the door, she lifted her head, her eyes artfully wide and vulnerable—a look she had perfected during her time with the Judsons.

But it wasn’t Lucius who entered. It was Livia.

Livia stormed into the room, her beautiful face contorted with rage. Her eyes, burning like hot coals, fixed on Honora. “So it really is you, Honora!”

She marched over and slapped Honora across the face with all her might.

The sharp crack echoed through the room, knocking the gauze veil from Honora’s face.

Honora staggered back, dizzy from the blow, and collapsed onto the cold, hard floor.

The guards at the door rushed to explain. “Ms. Tyson, you’ve misunderstood! This woman isn’t Mr. Lincoln’s mistress—”

But Livia wasn’t listening. “With that pathetic, seductive act she just put on, you expect me to believe she’s not his mistress?” she spat. “What is she then, his business partner?”

She gestured to her own security. “Take her away! Let’s show her what happens when you mess with my man!”

“Ms. Tyson, Mr. Lincoln wants to see her. You can’t take her…”

Livia planted her hands on her hips, her voice booming with authority. “I am taking her today, and I’d like to see any of you try to stop me!”

One of the guards tried again, cautiously. “Ms. Tyson, this will displease Mr. Lincoln…”

What was going on? When had Livia and Larissa become acquainted?

The bodyguard holding Honora nodded. “Of course.”

…

After leaving the office, Larissa drove back to her villa on the Judson estate. Just as she pulled to a stop, her phone, which was sitting on the passenger seat, began to ring. It was an unknown number.

Curious, she answered.

A woman’s voice came through the speaker. “Larissa?”