Larissa's Game of Thrones (Larissa) novel Chapter 607

“Just a short clip of you being discreetly moved out of this asylum,” Solomon explained. “We need to make Haskell’s brother believe that Haskell never intended to punish you and was secretly helping you escape.”

“Punish me…” Thatch muttered, the pieces clicking into place. Haskell had found his real brother and was planning to bring him here to make him pay.

No. He couldn’t let that happen.

The last time, just to get information about his brother’s whereabouts, Haskell had been ruthless. This time, he might not survive.

Whatever Solomon was planning for Haskell, Thatch’s only concern now was saving his own skin.

“Fine, I’ll do it!” Thatch agreed. “But this place is crawling with Haskell’s men. How did you get in here without them noticing, and how do you plan to get me out?”

“Haskell isn’t the only one with eyes and ears,” Solomon said coolly. “With enough money, you can buy anyone’s loyalty.”

As if on cue, George, the psychologist Thatch had hired from abroad to torment Haskell, walked in. He pulled out his phone. “I’ll handle the filming.”

Thatch stared at him in disbelief.

That money-grubbing traitor! He had paid a fortune to bring George here, supposedly to provide therapy for Haskell, but in reality, to spy on him. It wasn’t long before George had switched allegiances and started working for Haskell. And now, the bastard had betrayed Haskell for Solomon.

Then again, Thatch thought with a bitter satisfaction, Haskell deserved to be betrayed.

“Stop worrying about the details,” Solomon said. “If you want to live, just cooperate with the filming.”

He and Sire had just moved in, courtesy of Haskell. The only people who knew their address were Haskell and Larissa, so he assumed it was one of them.

To his surprise, a courier stood at the door.

“Package for Sire,” the man said, holding out a box. “Please sign here.”

A package for Sire? Sire worked in waste management and, being mute, rarely interacted with anyone. The phone Rigby had given him was used exclusively for his calls. Who would know Sire had moved and send him a package?

Frowning, Rigby signed for it and handed the box to Sire.