Larissa's Game of Thrones (Larissa) novel Chapter 610

“Fraser, why’d you destroy the card?” Garrick Palmer asked, surprised. “What if they try to contact you again?”

Fraser casually tossed the pieces into a nearby trash can. “Because I have no intention of contacting Haskell’s brother or that man Sire again.”

“But why?” Garrick pressed. “If this plan doesn’t work, Grandpa will probably still name that cripple as the heir.”

Fraser shot him a sideways glance. “All we needed to do was plant the seeds of doubt. That’s enough.”

“I’m certain that Sire, who risked everything to save Haskell’s brother, must have been deeply devoted to Romilly. If he believes her death wasn’t an accident, he won’t let it rest.”

“Romilly died so long ago that the truth is impossible to verify. Once that seed of doubt is planted, it will be very difficult for Grandpa to prove his innocence.”

“And if Sire tries to get revenge on Grandpa through Haskell… well, Haskell will have a very hard time explaining that away. Grandpa will have to seriously reconsider whether he’s fit to be the heir.”

As Fraser laid out his plan, Garrick’s eyes lit up with understanding. “You’re brilliant, Fraser. Truly brilliant.” Then, a flicker of doubt crossed his face. “But what if something actually happens to Grandpa?”

Fraser smiled, a cold, indifferent glint in his eyes. “My dear, foolish brother, if something were to happen to Grandpa, wouldn’t that be even better for us? Without Grandpa’s protection, how could Haskell possibly fend off a combined attack from me and Solomon?”

Garrick’s grin returned. “You’re right! If Grandpa’s out of the picture, he can’t name the heir!”

Haskell remained calm, processing the information. Lucius’s men tailing him was likely to confirm his suspicions about Rigby being his brother. Now that it was confirmed, Lucius was sure to make a move. A package arriving the day after Rigby and Sire moved in was highly suspicious.

Who sent it, and what was inside? Was it Lucius, his sworn enemy? Solomon, still smarting from his last defeat? Or was it Fraser, who had been quiet for far too long?

Whoever it was, and whatever they sent, it was certainly not a welcoming gift.

Haskell turned to look out the window, a humorless smile touching his lips.

They certainly didn't waste any time. He hoped that whoever was behind this could at least provide him with a little entertainment before he officially secured his position as heir.