Larissa's Game of Thrones (Larissa) novel Chapter 483

Lucius looked down on Honora with the detached air of a god as she pleaded at his feet.

“You said you killed your father?”

After learning the truth from Hendrix, Honora had quickly learned to read people in the Judson household. Now, in Lucius’s cold demeanor, she sensed a sliver of hope.

She nodded vigorously. “Yes… I killed my father.”

As she expected, a dark smile touched Lucius’s lips. He stroked the thumb ring on his hand. “Excellent,” he said, his voice chilling. “Someone who can kill her own father is exactly the kind of person I need.”

He continued, “I’ll have someone take care of the body. In return, you will work for me. The job is risky, but since you already have blood on your hands, you’re perfectly suited for it.”

Without a moment’s hesitation, Honora agreed. “Yes… As long as you save me, Mr. Lincoln, I’ll do anything!”

Next year, at the exclusive “Mystique Blossom” gala held on a secret island, Lucius needed a supply of fresh young women to serve as sex slaves for the invited guests and the powerful figures behind the Lincoln family. With the Lincolns trying to clean up their public image, he couldn’t get his own hands dirty.

Honora was the perfect pawn. She had nothing left and had been pushed to the edge. Tasking her with recruiting beautiful young women to test a new aphrodisiac was the ideal solution. If anything went wrong, he could easily throw Honora and the ambitious Paxton under the bus, implicating Judson Pharmaceuticals in the process by blaming them for the drug's development.

“Honora,” Lucius said, “do this for me, and I’ll give you the chance to kill Larissa with your own hands.”

At those words, a flicker of light returned to Honora’s dead eyes. The chance to destroy Larissa—it was perfect.

“I’ll do whatever it takes, Mr. Lincoln!”

Lucius turned to his assistant. “Get her to a hospital and have her face fixed. Then send a team to clean up the mess in there.”

“If you want to live while working for me, you’ll learn to keep your mouth shut about things that don’t concern you,” Lucius warned before striding down the stairs without a backward glance.

Once in the car, the assistant asked timidly, “Sir, should we go and question Miss Livia now?”

Lucius stared out the window. “No need. If she’s so determined to defy me, then she can join Larissa as one of the party favors at the gala.”

The assistant’s eyes widened slightly, but he said nothing, simply driving away from the rundown neighborhood.

Lying on the ground, Honora watched the luxury car disappear and clenched her fists.

Haskell, Lucius—they all looked down on her.