Larissa's Game of Thrones (Larissa) novel Chapter 754

After a moment, Leopold’s voice came through, subdued. “...She never went to sleep.”

“Perfect,” Larissa said. “Your father seems to think your mother will forgive him and that I shouldn’t send him to prison. So I’m asking for him: will she?”

Larissa deliberately switched the call to speakerphone so Paxton could hear everything. He stared at the phone, his body tense with anticipation.

“Tell him to go to hell! I will never, ever forgive that animal!”

As soon as Vivica’s furious words echoed from the phone, Larissa ended the call. She laughed. “Did you hear that, you animal? Your wife isn’t planning on forgiving you.”

She turned her attention back to the matter at hand. “So, Josette was part of your plan, wasn’t she?”

Josette, who had been standing by in shock, snapped back, “No!”

But Paxton spoke up. “Of course she knew! I was trying to figure out how to get into your birthday party, and she was the one who told me I could use business intelligence on the Lincoln family to beg Dad for a favor.”

Since he was already doomed, he might as well drag someone down with him.

“Shut up! Don’t you dare lie about me!” Josette shrieked.

“Larissa, not only did she know about the hit, she encouraged me to kill your grandfather too! She said as long as the old man was alive, we’d never get back into the Judson family!”

“I did not! You’re lying!” Josette lunged forward and slapped Paxton across the face. “If you say one more word, I’ll smash your teeth in!”

The slap only fueled Paxton’s rage. He spat in her face. “Still trying to save your own skin? Dream on, Josette. When I go to jail, you’re not getting off easy! The Lincolns won’t take you back, and the Judsons don’t want you. You’ll be a pathetic, abandoned stray!”

“Ah!”

With Paxton dealt with, it was time to settle the score with Lucius.

Larissa looked at Paxton. Before sending him to the police, she could still make good use of this animal to wreak some havoc on the Lincoln family.

…

At the Lincoln family estate, Lucius had woken up early. He hadn’t slept well. The hitman he’d hired had never reported back. For some reason, a terrible premonition had been gnawing at him all night.

Just as he was thinking, a frantic knock came at his door.

“Mr. Lincoln, it’s terrible!” the butler’s anxious voice called from outside. “The internet is flooded with videos of the orgy at Neverending Night from last night!”