Larissa's Game of Thrones (Larissa) novel Chapter 700

Just moments ago, the Regal City Police Department had issued an official statement on Twitter. Theon’s car crash had been ruled an intentional act. The perpetrator, Tallulah (also known as Trudy), had been found guilty of murder with extreme malice and was sentenced to death, with the execution to take place in one month.

Netizens celebrated the news.

[Wow, the authorities were efficient with Theon’s case! A verdict this fast is impressive!]

[Too bad they weren’t this efficient when Theon killed that innocent family of three!]

[Cut them some slack. There was no video or evidence from that crash two years ago. They couldn’t convict him on thin air!]

[Guess this is what you call divine justice!]

[So, was Theon actually Damon’s biological son or not?]

[No idea, don’t know, won’t say.]

[Tsk, tsk. What goes around, comes around.]

[Thinking of getting a mistress? The kind where you also raise the kid she had with another guy?]

[Thinking of getting a sugar baby? The kind whose son will bleed you dry?]

Scrolling through the gleeful comments, Larissa liked several of the top posts.

It didn’t take long for eagle-eyed fans to notice.

[HOLY CRAP! LARISSA HERSELF IS LIKING TWEETS ABOUT THEON!]

[My queen, I listened to your new songs. You’re a legend! I bow down!]

[My queen, I swear I have never said a bad word about you online! You are a goddess!]

[Can’t wait for your next beatdown!]

[That would be the bet with Milton Lester, right?]

[It’s over! He’s really going to get walked on a leash by a literal goddess!]

After the trial, Trudy was escorted to a transport vehicle bound for Regal City Prison.

It was only when she was in the police car, hearing that she had been sentenced to death and was on her way to death row, that the reality of her situation finally hit her. She was going to die.

How could she die?

That person, Nightveil, had promised her. She said that if she killed Theon, Larissa would cure her of the poisons in her system and provide a certificate of insanity to get her acquitted.

What was happening now? How could she be sentenced to death?

If she was going down, she was taking Larissa with her.

“Take me to your chief!” she pleaded desperately with the officer beside her. “I have to confess! Someone put me up to this! It was Larissa, the true heiress of the Judson family…”

The officer escorting her glanced over, his expression bored. “Save your breath. You’ve already been sentenced to death. It doesn’t matter if someone put you up to it. The verdict won’t change.”

“No…” Trudy’s eyes widened in terror. “I was forced! I work for Mr. Lincoln! You have to contact him for me…”