Larissa's Game of Thrones (Larissa) novel Chapter 661

"Go abroad? Mom, what are you talking about? You know Dad is about to hand the company over to me. You want me to leave now?" Theon asked in disbelief.

"What good is the company if you're not around to run it? Listen to me. Go abroad and wait this out. I've already had someone pack your things. Finish this soup, and Herbert will take you to the airport," Margot said calmly. She picked up the bowl again and offered him a spoonful.

"No, I'm not going! I'm staying here to kill Larissa myself. I refuse to believe that little bitch can do anything to me."

In his agitation, he slapped the spoon from his mother's hand. "Mom, this was your idea, wasn't it? Dad doesn't know about this."

Margot looked at her emotional son, her own expression unreadable. She simply stood up, took out her phone, and dialed the butler.

"Herbert, come in and take my son to the airport."

She hung up and looked at Theon. "This is not the time for tantrums. Your father's company will be yours sooner or later. That little brat Livia can't take it from you. But if something happens to you, then it really will all fall into her hands."

She continued, "Your flight is at 11:20 AM. It's 9:10 now. You'll be at the airport by ten, plenty of time. Give us six months at most. Your father and I will handle things here. Once Lucius gets rid of Larissa, we'll come and bring you home ourselves."

A middle-aged man entered the room. He first glanced at the elegantly dressed Margot, then at Theon, his expression a mixture of concern and worry.

"Young Master, I'll take you to the airport now."

As he moved to help Theon up, the boy thrashed. "I'm not going! If I leave now, everyone in our circle will laugh at me! They'll say I'm a coward, that I'm afraid of Larissa…"

Herbert looked back at Margot, conflicted.

Theon slowly regained consciousness in the car on the way to the airport. His head was still throbbing, and he stared blankly at the streets rushing past.

Suddenly, realization hit him, and his face contorted with rage.

"Herbert, pull over! Let me out! I'm not going abroad!"

Herbert sighed inwardly but tried to reason with him. "Young Master, please don't be difficult. Just listen to your mother and stay abroad for a little while. She'll bring you back when the time is right."

But Theon wasn't listening. "Herbert, stop the car!" he yelled, his voice cracking with emotion. "I'm warning you, if you don't stop, I'll jump out!"

Without another word, he threw open the car door and leaned out precariously.