Larissa's Game of Thrones (Larissa) novel Chapter 711

“Leopold, it’s time to go!” Josette called out, emerging from her room in a beautiful new outfit. She found Leopold slumped on the sofa, looking completely dejected. She called his name several times, but he didn't respond, seemingly lost in the same dazed state he’d been in before.

Puzzled, she walked over and gently shook his shoulder. “Leopold, what’s wrong?”

He slowly looked up, his eyes vacant. It took a moment for him to register her words. “Oh, right. We’re leaving.”

But despite his words, his face showed no trace of excitement, only deep disappointment. Josette turned to Paxton, who was adjusting his suit nearby. “Paxton, wasn’t Leopold excited about attending his sister’s birthday party? What happened?”

Paxton glanced at his son. “It’s because the reception for his new songs was nowhere near as good as his sister’s.”

“Oh, so that’s it,” Josette said, finally understanding. She turned back to Leopold. “I saw the charts. Your sister’s sales were better, but your numbers are still very good. There’s no need to be so down.” She tried to comfort him. “Leopold, one setback doesn’t mean anything. You just have to win next time!”

The sentiment resonated with Paxton, who was thinking of his own recent failures. That’s right, one loss is nothing. Tonight, their family would reclaim victory.

Leopold finally spoke, his voice hollow. “Aunt Josette, you don’t understand.”

“I…” Seeing her kindness rebuffed, Josette gave up. “Fine, I don’t understand.”

She was struggling enough with her own problems without having to coddle him. All she wanted was to return to her old life of luxury, whether at the Lincoln estate or back in the Judson family.

“Alright, Leopold, pull yourself together,” Paxton commanded, picking up a gift box. “Showing up looking like this will only make your sister look down on you even more.”

As Leopold got out of the car, he saw Finley at the main gate, handing his invitation to the butler from the East Villa.

“Finley,” Leopold called, walking over.

Finley turned and immediately recognized the cause of Leopold’s glum expression.

“Didn’t sleep well last night?” he asked as his brother approached.

“How could I?” Leopold said with a bitter laugh. After listening to Larissa’s three songs, he had spent the entire night obsessively refreshing social media, reading comments about both of their releases. The public opinion had shifted dramatically. Initially, he’d had more supporters, but as the night wore on, Larissa’s fan base exploded.