Larissa's Game of Thrones (Larissa) novel Chapter 746

Paxton winced in pain, but a flicker of hope appeared in his fearful expression. “Larissa, you…”

Larissa didn’t even look up, her tone dripping with disgust. “Don’t get any ideas. You’re not allowed to pass out before my grandpa gets here.”

A lump formed in Paxton’s throat, and his expression reverted to one of pure terror.

After tending to Paxton’s wound, Larissa wiped the blood from her hands and walked back to Haskell, who had been observing from the doorway.

Haskell tore his gaze from the hitman pinned under Nightveil’s foot and looked at Nightveil herself.

“Larissa, is this a friend of yours?”

Larissa considered it. “You could say that.”

Their relationship was more like comrades-in-arms than friends.

“Why?” Larissa asked.

Haskell shook his head. “Nothing. I’m just surprised she managed to take down this hitman all by herself.”

Larissa nodded. “Nightveil is incredibly skilled.”

Nightveil was the top fighter in their organization, a master of genuine combat. Unlike Larissa, whose own skills were average and who often relied on silver needles or venomous creatures for an advantage.

It was fair to say that without Nightveil as her second-in-command, the organization would never have been founded, let alone grown into the country’s largest alliance. Her combat abilities, organizational skills, and execution were truly world-class.

“What’s this? Are you interested in Nightveil?” Larissa teased. “You’re not thinking of poaching my talent, are you? You’ve already got Crispin.”

Crispin, standing nearby, remained silent.

Larissa crossed her arms and stepped forward. “Paxton, are you going to confess, or should we let this professional hitman you hired do the talking?”

Leopold, who had been sitting with his mother in the bedroom, came out when he heard the commotion. He stared at his father. “Dad, say something! I want to hear from you exactly what happened tonight!”

Paxton kept his mouth shut, refusing to speak.

The hitman, having failed to commit suicide and unwilling to betray Lucius, spoke up with a sneer. “Your dad hired me to kill your mom. It’s as simple as that.”

“That’s bullshit! You were clearly hired by Lucius!” Paxton, knowing the situation was hopeless and his plan had failed, glared at the hitman with bloodshot eyes. “You useless piece of trash, how could you fail?! Aren’t you supposed to be the professional killer Lucius hired, the one with a hundred percent success rate? You couldn’t even take down one woman! You’re a fucking waste…”

“Noisy,” Larissa muttered, her brow furrowing in annoyance.

Beside her, Nightveil promptly kicked the ranting Paxton, sending him sprawling to the ground.