Larissa's Game of Thrones (Larissa) novel Chapter 768

“You spent all that time kissing up to Lucius, and now Gale Entertainment’s stock is in freefall. It’s pathetic.” Before Damon could reply, she continued, “Don’t you dare try to blame me. You were the one who pushed for this marriage. I gave you your chance, but you backed the wrong horse. If the Lincoln family goes down, you’re going down with them.”

“Of course,” she added, rising to her feet, “if you’re willing to sell me all of your shares in Gale Entertainment at a low price right now, I might be able to save the company. At least, I can guarantee it won’t go bankrupt.”

With that, Livia walked out. At the door, she delivered her final ultimatum. “From now on, don’t call me unless it’s to discuss transferring your shares.”

Once inside her car, Livia leaned back against the seat, a wave of relief washing over her.

It was clear Lucius was desperate. So was Damon. All it would take was a little more pressure from Larissa. Once “Heaven’s Will” was released and crushed Gale Entertainment’s “Soaring High”, Damon would sell her his shares for pennies just to save himself.

And then, her promise to Larissa would be fulfilled.

…

At the Palmer Group headquarters, Haskell had just finished a senior management meeting. He returned to his office and closed his eyes for a moment. When he opened them, he saw the WhatsApp icon blinking on his desktop.

He leaned forward and clicked it open. It was a message from his brother, Rigby. Attached was a medical report for Sire.

[Mr. Palmer, I’ve sent you Sire’s report.]

Haskell replied: [OK. I’ll bring Sire in tomorrow to complete his employment paperwork.]

Rigby’s response was quick: [Mr. Palmer, thank you. If it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t have been able to attend Ms. Judson’s birthday party, and I never would have had the chance to see Grandpa.]

Haskell typed: [So you went to Larissa’s party just to see him? You know, you don’t have to go to such great lengths if you want to see Grandpa.]

“Understood.”

After the servant left, Crispin, who was pushing the wheelchair, asked, “Sir, what do you suppose brings those two here today?”

Haskell thought of Rigby’s message and said coolly, “Knowing Fraser, he’s probably here to make an issue out of my birthday gift to Larissa.”

“My thoughts exactly,” Crispin said.

As they entered the grand hall, Garrick, who had been restlessly scrolling on his phone, looked up. “Haskell! Long time no see!”

His eyes drifted down to Haskell’s legs. “Huh? Your legs still aren’t better? I thought Larissa was supposed to be able to cure you. It’s been two months, and there’s no sign of improvement.”