Larissa's Game of Thrones (Larissa) novel Chapter 560

If it wasn’t for Larissa, she would already have the world at her feet. As long as she was still breathing, she would find a way to make Larissa pay.

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After Honora was led away, Trudy dialed Lucius’s number. She needed to know if he had found the little bastard who had caused her mother’s death all those years ago.

Twenty-two years ago, her mother had taken on a special case. A mysterious man, his identity hidden, had sold his own son to her. He didn’t want any money; his only condition was that the boy be sold as far away from Regal City as possible.

So her mother had taken the boy south. But by a cruel twist of fate, she ran into the boy’s birth mother, who had been searching for him. Her mother had managed to escape when the woman chasing her got into a car accident. She thought she was in the clear, but the boy’s mother had made one last call for help before she died.

Trudy remembered the phone call from her own mother that day. Her voice was trembling. “My dear daughter, I think I’m going to pay for my sins. I think I’m going to hell. If I die, don’t try to avenge me.”

The next day, she learned that her mother had been found dead on the side of the road, her body mangled beyond recognition by a vehicle, her head severed from her torso.

Her mother had died such a horrific death. How could she not seek revenge?

For nearly twenty years, she had searched for the person who had killed her mother and taken the boy, but she had found nothing. Then, two years ago, she stumbled upon some of the Lincoln family’s secrets. She had agreed to work for Lucius on one condition: that he find her mother’s killer and the boy.

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In his office at Neverending Night, Lucius stared at the file in his hands, his excitement growing by the second.

He couldn’t believe it. The infant boy that Trudy’s mother was supposed to sell all those years ago was Haskell’s younger brother. That meant Draven, the one Haskell had personally sent to prison, was an imposter.

The door opened, and Livia walked in, holding a lunchbox.

“Lucius,” she said with a bright smile, “I made you lunch again today.”

She noticed the unrestrained excitement on his face and paused.

What could possibly make Lucius look so thrilled? In all the time she had known him, she had never seen him like this. She knew the one thing that bothered him most was being secretly referred to as the “eternal second-best” among the city’s elite. The only thing that could bring him this much joy was the prospect of finally crushing Haskell.

Just then, Lucius’s phone rang.

He answered it, and a voice came through the line. “Mr. Lincoln, I’ve been working for you for two years now. Have you found any leads on my mother’s killer, or on the whereabouts of the little bastard who was taken?”