Wings of Broken Time by Alina Das 423
Chapter 423
The trash–talkers in the group chat fell silent.
The audacity. This Larissa was unbelievably arrogant! You could feel the sheer nerve radiating through the screen.
Avril, ever the instigator, jumped in enthusiastically.
Avril’s Joy: [Yes! Now this is interesting! I’ll be the bookie! Who dares to bet against my girl Larissa?]
An eerie silence descended upon the chat.
Larissa: [?]
Larissa: [What happened? Cat got your tongue?]
Larissa: [You guys are no fun. I thought you had some guts. I get being afraid of the Lincolns, but are you really scared of a girl from the countryside too?]
The taunt was perfectly crafted, a direct challenge to their pride.
[Who’s scared? You’re on!]
Prodigal Prince, the one who started it all, finally responded.
[I refuse to believe you have what it takes to go up against Mr. Lincoln!]
Larissa: [Good. Is there only one of you with a spine? Where did the rest of the loudmouths go?]
The others continued to play dead.
Larissa: [Don’t you want me to call you Dad and lick your shoes?]
Larissa: [Forget it. How boring. A bunch of cowards.]
The others: …
How could she be so brazen? Did Haskell give her this confidence? If it weren’t for the whole “being walked on a leash like a dog” thing, they definitely would have taken the bet.
Prodigal Prince: [Larissa, I’m in! I bet Starlight Media will be crushed by Mr. Lincoln within two months!]
Larissa: [Deal! Everyone here is a witness. Don’t be like my aunt Josette and try to back out, or I’ll have to pay you a personal visit.]
In a private VIP room at Neverending Night, Lucius Lincoln sat enthroned in the center of a
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sofa, surrounded by a circle of fawning young heirs pouring his drinks and lighting his
cigarettes.
“Mr. Lincoln,” one of them, a reedy young man, said, turning off his phone screen respectfully “I just made a bet with that bitch Larissa in the group chat. I said Starlight Media would be bankrupt within two months, thanks to you! When I win, she has to call me Dad and lick my shoes!”
He beamed. “Of course, I’ll have her call you Dad, Mr. Lincoln, and have her lick your shoes!”
Another young man beside him chuckled. “Milton, do you really think Larissa is worthy of licking Mr. Lincoln’s shoes?”
Milton immediately backpedaled with a sycophantic grin. “You’re right, you’re right! What was I thinking? That bitch isn’t fit to lick Mr. Lincoln’s shoes. She’s only good enough to lick mine.”
Lucius remained noncommittal.
Just then, his assistant announced loudly, “Gentlemen, at eight o’clock tonight, a little scandal involving Larissa will be hitting the internet. Feel free to watch, enjoy, and share.
“For real?” Milton asked, his eyes wide.
“Of course,” the assistant confirmed. “Consider it a bonus from Mr. Lincoln for your loyalty.” “Thank you, Mr. Lincoln! I can’t wait to see just how slutty that bitch’s body is to have that cripple Haskell so obsessed.”
The circle of young men around Lucius erupted in lewd laughter.
Livia, who had been summoned by Lucius to make amends, felt a wave of nausea at their vile words. She couldn’t help but let out a soft retch.
The sound caught Lucius’s attention.
Milton smirked knowingly. “Could it be that you’re pregnant, Livia?”
Livia suppressed her disgust for Milton and said nothing. This was Lucius’s territory, and she knew better than to provoke him.
Lucius slowly turned his gaze to her, his eyes sharp as daggers.
“Tell me,” he said, his voice low and menacing, as if it could pierce through her “Where did you take Honora?”
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