Larissa's Game of Thrones (Larissa) novel Chapter 843

Larissa’s gaze sharpened, a thoughtful expression crossing her face.

“No way,” Avril whispered, her mind racing. “Don’t tell me she’s pregnant. I heard a rumor that she’s been seeing Milton Lester.”

Knowing Honora’s sky-high opinion of herself, Larissa found it hard to believe she’d ever stoop to dating a man like Milton, let alone have his child. If Honora really was pregnant, Larissa was willing to bet the father was Lucius.

Just then, Honora exited the store. She’d clearly been browsing, not buying.

As she stepped out, she saw them. For a split second, her hand flew instinctively to her stomach before she snatched it away, as if realizing how guilty the gesture looked.

“Honora, don’t tell me you’re pregnant with Milton’s baby,” Avril called out, blunt as ever.

Honora ignored her, her eyes locking onto Larissa with a look of pure, unadulterated hatred.

Avril pressed on. “Milton skipped the country, didn’t he? Was it because he didn’t want to be a father?”

Honora finally snapped her head toward Avril. “Avril Palmer, are you so pathetic that you’ve become Larissa’s little lapdog?”

“You’re lucky Lucius didn’t kill you for that screw-up,” Larissa added conversationally.

Honora’s composure cracked. “Don’t think you’ve won just because you shut down one club! The Lincoln family has other businesses. You can’t possibly believe you can take them down all by yourself!”

“Oh, I don’t intend to stop there,” Larissa said, her smile never wavering. “I’ll be dismantling their other ventures one by one. Take that Luminary Arts Centre you’re managing now. It’s smaller than the club, sure, but if Lucius put you in charge, it must be because it’s hiding some important little secret. Am I right?”

The color drained from Honora’s face, replaced by a flicker of pure terror.