Larissa's Game of Thrones (Larissa) novel Chapter 750

As she spoke, she jabbed a silver needle into the hitman’s neck. While he flinched in pain, she forced the pill into his mouth.

“You wanted to kill yourself, didn’t you? I’ll let you experience what dying feels like.”

Larissa then gave her orders. “Nightveil, interrogate him tonight. Tomorrow, hand him over to the police along with Paxton.”

“Got it.” Nightveil effortlessly hoisted the hitman over her shoulder and left.

After Nightveil was gone, Haskell finally looked away from her retreating figure and said, “I think I know your friend.”

Larissa didn’t correct his use of the word “friend.” Instead, she smiled. “Oh? From where?”

Haskell thought for a moment. “Three years ago. A private gala on the shores of Lake Zurich.”

He paused, as if recalling the memory. “She was a special guest of the host. She was said to be…”

“The second-in-command of the Global Talent Alliance,” Haskell finished with a light laugh, his eyes locked on Larissa, watching for any flicker of a reaction.

That, Larissa hadn't expected. The gala had indeed happened. Nightveil had been forced to briefly reveal her identity to recruit the prodigal daughter of a Swiss banker.

But after that event, all records of Nightveil’s involvement had been scrubbed by the organization. Only those directly involved at the gala knew of her true status.

“You were at that gala?” Larissa asked, then immediately dismissed the idea. If Haskell had been there, Nightveil would have recognized him.

Haskell laughed. “No, but one of my friends happened to witness the… debauchery. He called me after he got back to his room and told me everything. That’s how I found out.”

“That was quite a show, enough to send the Lincoln family’s stock plummeting,” Haskell remarked. “A shame it wasn’t live-streamed, otherwise…”

“First of all, I was at my birthday party, so I couldn't watch a live feed,” Larissa said, a sly smile spreading across her face as she traced a finger along Haskell’s cheek. “And second, a live stream of that nature would have been shut down in minutes. It’s better to let the gossip blogs slowly fan the flames. Don’t you think, Haskell?”

“A sound strategy,” Haskell agreed with a smile.

Larissa withdrew her finger. “Anyway, there’s plenty of material. Once the blogs release it all tomorrow morning, the Lincoln family will be crippled, if not completely destroyed.”

“Mm,” Haskell said, then his tone shifted. “Larissa, if I’m not mistaken, you’re the head of the Global Talent Alliance.”