Larissa's Game of Thrones (Larissa) novel Chapter 701

The officer scoffed. “I don’t care whose payroll you’re on. Once you’re sentenced to death, you’re just another soul for the Grim Reaper to collect.”

How had it all come to this so suddenly? She had been on top of the world, holding the fates of so many young women in her hands. Now, her own life was about to end.

Why?

Tracing it all back, it was because twenty years ago, her mother, a human trafficker, had bought Haskell Palmer’s younger brother.

Trudy finally broke, screaming in utter despair, “Mom, you’ve completely ruined me!”

…

Larissa Judson switched off the video of Trudy’s sentencing.

Excellent！

Several of Lucius Lincoln’s pawns had been eliminated. The remaining one, Milton Lester, was hardly a threat. Her bet with him was merely a tactic to make an example of him. She was determined to bring down the Lincoln family.

But before that, she would deal with Honora. If Honora wanted to take Trudy’s place and work for Lucius, then she could follow in Trudy’s footsteps and wait for her own death sentence.

First things first, Larissa dialed Nightveil’s number. “Nightveil, have your people look into how Honora reconnected with Lucius.”

“Got it.”

…

At the Luminary Arts Centre, Honora assessed the new girl she had just brought in. “How old are you?”

“I just turned eighteen last month,” the girl said timidly.

“Good,” Honora replied. “You can still learn a new skill quickly at your age.”

Suddenly, she saw a notification. Someone had tagged her in the “Regal City Tattler” group chat.

Could it be a birthday wish?

She tapped it open eagerly, only to see that Avril Palmer had tagged both her and the group admin.

[Kick Honora out. She’s not a Judson anymore. She doesn’t belong in this group.]

A moment later, the group admin replied with an “OK” emoji.

Honora wanted to reach through the screen and throttle Avril. Soon after, she received a notification: You have been removed from the group.

Her hand tightened around her phone. Mustering her courage, she sent a text to Lucius.

[Mr. Lincoln, it’s my birthday today. Are there any special perks for me?]