Larissa's Game of Thrones (Larissa) novel Chapter 778

Avril turned the camera on herself and briefly explained the plan before panning over to Larissa, who was working at her desk.

The chat exploded:

[Ms. Judson is such a badass! She’s officially my goddess!]

[Queen! When is your next book coming out?!]

[New music! We need new music!!!]

[Guys, give her a break! The queen is busy! She has to write, run a company, AND walk dogs!]

[It’s okay, I can wait!]

Avril whispered to the camera, “Today is for walking the dog. All of you asking for new books and music are being greedy!”

The comments were filled with laughing emojis.

[Hey, streamer, where is this happening? I’m in Regal City, I want to see it live!]

[So jealous of everyone in Regal City!]

Avril replied, “It depends on whether Milton shows up on his own. If not, we’re going straight to his house!”

[Does anyone have the mutt’s address?]

It was nearly ten o’clock by the time Larissa finished signing the documents Ursa had brought her. She was just about to head out with Avril when Ursa rushed back in. “Ms. Judson, Milton is here.”

Avril let out a triumphant “Oho!” and stood up, addressing the stream. “Well, look at that! Milton actually showed up! He’s got some integrity after all!”

[Integrity, my ass. He knows he can’t escape, and he doesn’t want to be humiliated in front of his own house!]

[Exactly!]

“Sir, Milton has gone to Starlight Media to meet Larissa,” he reported softly.

The man across from Lucius spoke up. “Lucius, your grandmother is in jail, and you’re wasting your time with this dog-walking nonsense?”

Lucius answered respectfully, “This livestream will have a little something extra from me to make it more… explosive. If you’re interested, you’re welcome to watch.”

The man smiled. “Is that so? You young people have your games. ‘Walking a dog’… I have to admit, it’s a clever way to humiliate someone. Alright, let’s see what you have planned.”

“Of course.” Lucius glanced at his assistant, who immediately bowed and left, returning with a laptop.

The screen showed the livestream. Larissa was standing in front of Starlight Media. Milton was there, wearing a hat, sunglasses, and a mask, his fidgeting betraying his discomfort.

“Bring me the remote,” Lucius commanded, holding out his hand.

His assistant placed the device in his palm and then retreated behind the sofa.