Larissa's Game of Thrones (Larissa) novel Chapter 92

The assistant agreed.

The video ended, leaving no doubt that Kitty had been acting on Leopold’s behalf. The ballroom was so quiet you could have heard a pin drop.

Larissa looked up at Leopold. “Well? Should I keep playing?”

Leopold stood frozen, his face ashen.

“The reason I have this video,” Larissa explained, turning off the screen, “is because the designer, Color, is a friend of mine from abroad. When she heard I had found my family and was having a welcome party, she offered to send me her latest creation as a gift. Little did she know, someone else thought they were being clever, trying to bribe her assistant to steal the dress and leave me with the fake.”

Neville finally understood his wife’s calm demeanor. Larissa had known about Leopold and Honora’s plan all along. She had let them walk right into a trap of her own making.

Having enjoyed the show immensely, Zoltan chuckled. “Well, Kiernan, your grandson is certainly an interesting character. If I understand correctly, this young woman is his actual sister, while Honora is merely an adopted child. Yet after his real sister suffers for twenty years and is finally brought home, what does he do? Instead of trying to make amends, he schemes with an outsider to humiliate his own flesh and blood. It’s truly baffling. If I had a grandson like that, I’d be tempted to strike him from the family registry.”

Kiernan managed a weak, embarrassed smile, his eyes fixed on Leopold with a steely glare.

Vivica’s heart pounded with panic. What had Leopold done? How had he let himself get caught again, and so spectacularly this time?

Paxton’s face was a thundercloud. Before Kiernan could speak, he strode up to Leopold and slapped him hard across the face.

The sharp crack echoed through the silent room.

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