Larissa's Game of Thrones (Larissa) novel Chapter 887

Hearing Honora’s shout, the two bodyguards Lucius had posted outside her door immediately charged toward Nightveil. She raised her arms, effortlessly blocking their punches. The momentary distraction was all her men needed. They sprinted past her, chasing after Honora.

Within seconds, they had her.

"This is trespassing! It's illegal!" Honora shrieked, struggling fiercely. "Let me go—"

One of the men pulled a cloth from his pocket and stuffed it into her mouth.

Honora’s eyes widened in terror, and after a brief struggle, she went limp, unconscious.

Outside, Nightveil had already taken down both bodyguards by herself. Seeing that her men had secured the target, she gestured for them to pack the unconscious Honora into the large suitcase they’d brought. Then, as if nothing had happened, they calmly dragged the heavy case out of the apartment.

Once they were downstairs, Nightveil pressed the Bluetooth earpiece in her ear. "Mission complete. Wipe all the security footage of our entry."

"Understood," a voice replied.

…

The scandal surrounding the Luminary Arts Centre was escalating by the hour. Lucius couldn't get ahold of Honora, and now, even the men he'd sent to watch her were unreachable.

Sensing something was wrong, he rushed to the apartment with a team of his own men. Just as he suspected, Honora was gone.

Her tone turned cold. "I managed to accept and digest your little gift completely. I just wonder if you have the stomach to handle mine."

Pure rage burned in Lucius's chest. "Larissa, I don't know why you have to be so ruthless. We don't have to destroy each other. If this is about my uncle Jagger and Josette, I already told you I'd compensate you. You can name your price, anything within my power."

"Oh, no, no, no," Larissa said, her playful tone laced with malice. "It's just your little Lincoln family fish that's going to die. And the reason I'm so ruthless? It's that little arts center of yours. The Lincoln family talks a big game about going legit, but do any of your little side hustles show a real commitment to that? Since you can't seem to wash yourselves clean, maybe you can try again in hell, in front of all the people your family has destroyed."

She paused, then added in a tone of mock sympathy, "You know, Lucius, making Honora get rid of your baby might just be the biggest regret of your life. After all, you might not get another chance to have an heir."

The word "heir" struck Lucius like a physical blow. His face darkened ominously. He opened his mouth to retort, but she had already hung up.