Larissa's Game of Thrones (Larissa) novel Chapter 833

"What's the rush?" Fraser replied calmly. He had just returned to his office after a press conference. "I've already had someone forge a vehicle maintenance record for Haskell's mother, Romilly Carlton. It shows that Zoltan secretly ordered special modifications to the brake system of her car."

There was a moment of silence on the other end. "Are you sure Sire will believe it?"

Fraser leaned back in his chair, spinning an expensive fountain pen between his fingers. He chuckled.

"Sire isn't exactly an intellectual, and he's prone to acting on impulse. Otherwise, he wouldn't have killed that woman so brutally all those years ago to avenge Romilly. He's the type who would rather kill a thousand innocent people than let a single guilty one escape."

He continued, "I've come up with the plan. As for how Sire 'discovers' this evidence, that's up to you. I'll have the document delivered to you tonight."

"Good."

After hanging up, Solomon’s frantic energy finally subsided. He remembered that his grandfather kept many important documents in his study. All he had to do was find a way to plant Fraser's forged evidence there and then arrange for Sire to stumble upon it.

This Fraser was a cunning one, he thought. Once Haskell was out of the way, he wouldn't bother with such convoluted schemes to deal with Fraser. Brute force would be much more direct.

…

Night fell. Crispin parked the car in the mansion's garage and went to help Haskell out of the back seat.

"I can do it myself," Haskell said. "Just support me."

"Yes, sir," Crispin replied, his eyes shining with excitement.

Leaning on Crispin for support, Haskell planted his new cane firmly on the ground. He then let go of Crispin and, using the cane's strength, slowly lowered his feet to the pavement.

Crispin stood by, ready to catch him at a moment's notice.

Though his legs ached with the effort, Haskell was standing on his own.

He then typed another message.

[Have you found Thatch Palmer?]

Haskell shook his head. "Not yet."

Sire’s eyes flickered with disappointment. He put his phone away, gave Haskell a nod, and left.

Crispin watched him go.

"My sources say Sire has been doing his job quietly and hasn't shown any unusual behavior," he said in a low voice. "Since he can't speak, he hasn't been asking any of the other staff about your grandfather. The only odd thing was that on the night Solomon came to confront you, Sire stayed and worked late instead of going home."

"Time is running short," Haskell said. "The incident with the seized cargo didn't go as Solomon planned. He and Fraser will look for another opportunity to provoke Sire into avenging my mother."