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Honora is frustrated and angry after learning that the man she hired to handle Larissa has failed to contact him since the previous night. She berates him for being incompetent, especially since Larissa\u2019s presence nearly caused her to be thrown out of the Judson house. The man pleads to find another solution, but Honora warns him to stay low to avoid suspicion falling on her, as Larissa is already at the Judson estate.<\/p>\n
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Honora reflects bitterly on how her carefully laid plan to blackmail Larissa with incriminating footage has fallen apart. She had intended to prevent Haskell from developing feelings for Larissa by using the video as leverage, but now everything is ruined. Her frustration deepens as she recalls how distant and cold Haskell has been since their engagement was announced, and how his injury has complicated their union. Honora feels that Larissa, a wild and reckless girl abandoned for years, is threatening to replace her in the Judson family\u2019s favor, shattering her dreams.<\/p>\n
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Remembering her own achievements and ambitions, Honora feels the weight of her lost future. She had been a gifted and accomplished young woman with plans to study abroad and secure a prestigious life. But now, those plans are on hold because of Larissa\u2019s interference. Despite this, Honora resolves to become a dangerous enemy within the Judson household, determined not to let Larissa\u2019s victory go unchallenged.<\/p>\n
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Outside the Judson estate, Honora lingers near the front door carrying luxury shopping bags. Sapphira notices her and offers to check on her, but Neville steps forward instead. He recalls Honora\u2019s earlier hostility toward Sapphira but approaches cautiously, asking why she is there. Honora softens and explains that she brought new clothes for her sister, who has just arrived and might not have suitable attire. Neville senses the tension in her words but leads her inside without further comment.<\/p>\n
Chapter 17<\/p>\n
The voice on the other end crackled with frustration and urgency. \u201cNo, I haven\u2019t been able to get hold of him since last night,\u201d the man admitted, his tone tight with annoyance.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?!\u201d Honora snapped sharply, her anger bubbling to the surface. \u201cWhat kind of useless idiot did you hire for this job?\u201d<\/p>\n
The man\u2019s voice was defensive, yet tinged with regret. \u201cHe told me the guy was a fugitive\u2014someone who had assaulted more than a dozen girls. I assumed he was a professional, someone who could handle the situation. I never imagined he\u2019d be so incompetent that he couldn\u2019t manage just one woman.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cUseless!\u201d Honora spat out, her voice rising. \u201cToday, I was nearly thrown out of the Judson house because of that wild bitch, Larissa! If I get kicked out, don\u2019t expect me to give you another penny!\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo, no, wait! I swear, I\u2019ll find another way!\u201d the man pleaded desperately.<\/p>\n
Honora\u2019s voice turned cold and sharp, slicing through the tension. \u201cShe\u2019s already at the Judson estate. If you make a move now, do you want the entire family to start suspecting me?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSo, what do we do?\u201d the man asked, panic creeping into his voice.<\/p>\n
Honora\u2019s gaze drifted towards the east villa across the street, her eyes narrowing. \u201cIt looks like your man has run into trouble. You need to lie low for a while. Make sure no one can trace this back to either of us.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI understand,\u201d he said reluctantly.<\/p>\n
With that, Honora ended the call, tossing her phone onto the bed with a frustrated sigh.<\/p>\n
Useless. Absolutely useless. He hadn\u2019t been able to handle a single, simple task.<\/p>\n
Her plan had been flawless in theory: have someone assault Larissa and capture it all on video. That footage would have been the perfect weapon for blackmail, a guarantee that Haskell would never develop feelings for Larissa. But now, everything had crumbled.<\/p>\n
Honora closed her eyes and took a slow, steadying breath, trying to quiet the storm of rage inside her. Then, she reached for her phone again and opened the chat with Haskell. The last message she had sent was from yesterday morning at eight o\u2019clock.<\/p>\n
[Haskell, how are your legs feeling?]<\/p>\n
There had been no reply.<\/p>\n
Since their engagement was announced, she had been the one to initiate nearly every conversation. His responses were always brief, polite, and distant, as if speaking to her was a tiresome obligation. But the Judsons were a powerful family, and their union was meant to be a strategic alliance\u2014so it was only natural that she took the lead.<\/p>\n
If Haskell hadn\u2019t been injured in that accident, Honora would never have allowed such a perfect match to slip through her fingers. He was destined to become head of the Palmer family, and he was undeniably handsome. Marrying him was supposed to secure her future, a brilliant path paved with success and prestige.<\/p>\n
But now, he was crippled.<\/p>\n
How could she have let this marriage fall into the hands of Larissa\u2014a wild, reckless girl who had been abandoned for twenty years\u2014thinking she could replace Honora in the Judson family\u2019s affections?<\/p>\n
How utterly naive.<\/p>\n
Honora\u2019s mind raced through the years of effort she had poured into her life. She wasn\u2019t just beautiful; she was a prodigy in music, chess, literature, and painting. Fluent in multiple languages, she had won countless awards and had been accepted into Regal City\u2019s most prestigious arts university at just sixteen years old. Her plan had always been to study abroad after graduation, to broaden her horizons and secure her place in the world.<\/p>\n
But now, because of that wild girl, all her dreams were on hold.<\/p>\n
Fine. Let Larissa think she had won. Soon enough, she would realize she had made a dangerous enemy inside the Judson household.<\/p>\n
\u2014<\/p>\n
Outside the Judson estate, Sapphira noticed Honora lingering near the front door. The younger woman clutched several shopping bags from luxury brands, her expression torn between hesitation and resolve.<\/p>\n
Sapphira nudged her husband gently. Neville glanced over, his brow knitting in concern.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019ll go see what she wants,\u201d Sapphira offered, setting down her tablet.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo, I\u2019ll go,\u201d Neville interrupted, stepping forward. He hadn\u2019t forgotten the venomous look Honora had shot at his wife earlier. His tone was firm but cautious as he approached. \u201cHonora, what are you doing here?\u201d<\/p>\n
Honora hesitated, her voice softening as she addressed him. \u201cUncle\u2026 I was worried that since my sister just arrived, she might not have any suitable clothes. I brought some of my new things\u2014ones I haven\u2019t even worn yet\u2014for her.\u201d<\/p>\n
Neville studied her for a moment, sensing the conflict beneath her words, but said nothing as he led her inside.<\/p>\n
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