Faith glanced at Larissa, a half\u2013smile on her face. \u201cYour performance just now was quite impressive, Ms. Judson. But once you marry into the Palmer family, you\u2019ll have to try even harder.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
A knowing smile spread across Larissa\u2019s face. \u201cThat was nothing. I was actually worried the challenges would all be this trivial. It\u2019s hardly worth my effort.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Faith sneered. \u201cYou certainly have a high opinion of yourself, Ms. Judson. Let\u2019s just hope you can. back it up, or you\u2019ll end up being the laughingstock of the city.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
With a final, insincere smile, she turned and followed Solomon out.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Trevor also led his two sons from the hall. As they passed Haskell and Larissa, he couldn\u2019t resist a cold laugh. \u201cHaskell, it seems your grandfather chose a fine wife for you.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cUncle Trevor,\u201d Haskell replied with a smile, \u201cI chose Larissa myself.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cOh?\u201d Trevor said, his tone heavy with meaning. \u201cSo she\u2019s precious to you. You\u2019d better watch her\u00a0<\/p>\n
accidents.\u201d closely then. Wouldn\u2019t want her to have any\u2026\u00a0<\/p>\n
Haskell\u2019s smile was just as sharp. \u201cThank you for the warning, Uncle Trevor. I\u2019ll be sure to extinguish any potential \u2018accidents\u2018 around Larissa.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cA pity that plans rarely survive contact with reality. No matter how careful you are, there are always oversights,\u201d Trevor said before striding away.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Fraser followed silently behind him. Garrick, however, shot Larissa one last glare, mouthing the words, \u201cYou\u2019re dead\u201c, before storming off.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Once they were all gone, the hall fell quiet.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Zoltan turned to Larissa. \u201cYou\u2019ve seen the situation in this family for yourself. I can only give Haskell three months. If you can\u2019t heal his legs by then, an old man like me won\u2019t be able to hold back this pack of wolves.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Larissa looked at Haskell, who met her gaze. Their eyes were filled with mutual trust and understanding.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cDon\u2019t worry, Grandpa Zoltan,\u201d Larissa said, her voice clear and firm. \u201cThree months is more than enough time. I promise you, I will get Haskell back on his feet.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
At the banquet hall.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Magnificent chandeliers hung like constellations from the ceiling. Tables were laden with exquisite food and drinks, and the buffet was a dazzling array of culinary delights.\u00a0<\/p>\n
As soon as he arrived, Paxton saw his sister Josette and her husband, Jagger Lincoln, walking over with his father, Kiernan.\u00a0<\/p>\n
After they were seated, Paxton leaned over to Jagger. \u201cJosette said you could help me get a meeting with Zendar\u2026\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Chapter 257\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cNot now,\u201d Jagger interrupted.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The truth was, he had tried to contact Zendar but had been unsuccessful. Having already boasted to his wife, he couldn\u2019t admit failure. It was better to stall.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Given Jagger\u2019s status, Paxton didn\u2019t dare press him, but he ventured, \u201cI heard Zendar might be attending tonight as a guest.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Jagger\u2019s eyes flickered.\u00a0<\/p>\n
What?\u00a0<\/p>\n
Perfect! Fate had smiled on him. He could pretend this was all part of his plan.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland\u2019s breathtaking cold.<\/p>\n
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