Larissa's Game of Thrones (Larissa) novel Chapter 826

However, when their gazes fell to Haskell’s legs, their expressions of awe turned to pity.

"Haskell, what are you doing down here?" Larissa asked, looking over at him.

Haskell shot a cool glance at Torrin before answering her. "I got a call that Torrin was causing a scene. I knew you'd be arriving around now, so I came down to meet you."

He then turned to the receptionist. "Have you called the police?"

"Yes, Mr. Palmer," the receptionist replied quickly. "We called them right away. They should be here soon."

Hearing Haskell's words, Torrin grew even more enraged. He pointed a finger at him and yelled, "Haskell, you have the nerve to call the police? You need to explain why you didn't give Larissa my gift! You're a despicable, shameless coward! A pathetic man who can only resort to dirty tricks! Sooner or later, Larissa will see you for the unreliable loser you are!"

Crispin’s eyes widened, and his hands tightened on the wheelchair handles.

But before he could act, Larissa stepped forward, closing the distance between herself and Torrin.

Seeing her approach, Torrin’s face lit up. "You—"

Smack!

"The more you target Haskell, the more I will despise you! Do you understand?"

Larissa delivered her speech in a single, breathless rush, giving Torrin no room to interject. He simply stood there, stunned, his hand on his stinging cheek, her words ringing in his ears. He felt like he was drowning, helpless and panicked. The disgust in her eyes was unmistakable.

Had he really been such a burden to her? He had always thought that any woman would be flattered to be loved so relentlessly by a man.

Even Haskell hadn't expected Larissa to lash out so physically and emotionally in front of so many people. Seeing how far she had gone for him, he knew he couldn't just stand by.

He wheeled himself forward, took her hand, and looked at Torrin.