Larson broke out in a cold sweat in an instant!
To them, Palmer was just a clueless kid, a greenhorn who had ascended the ranks solely through
the backing of Sexton. Without Sexton''s support, he was nothing.
"What''s gotten into Palmer? Did Sexton get wind of this? That can''t be right."
They had been involved in their fair share of shady dealings over the years, and it was possible that
Sexton knew but simply turned a blind eye.
Could it be that their mistreatment of Ms. Schnabel was thest straw for Sexton?
Larson was drenched in sweat as he stared at the photo on his phone, trying to regain his
composure.
In the photo, Eamon had been wounded in the leg—it looked beyond saving!
The middle-aged man beside Larson asked with concern, "Larson, is Sexton meddling in this? Or
could it be the Schnabel family stirring the pot?"
"It''s not certain yet. If it’s the Schnabel family or Sexton, then Eamon and I can only curse our luck!
Go find Lorne Richardson and ask him how we should handle this situation!"
After all, it was Lorne who had suggested they go after Palmer now, iming it was prime time to
strike given Palmer''s recent injury.
After mulling it over, Larson decided to call Lorne himself.
Lorne''s voice was weak, tinged with illness, as he fidgeted with a pair of stress balls in his hands.
"Larson, I only told you to rough up Palmer a bit, not toy a hand on Ms. Schnabel," he said, his
face twisting into a sickly grin. "After all, Ms. Schnabel... she''s someone I have my eye on too. If you
hurt her, I won''t be pleased."
Larson scoffed. "Don''t act like you couldn''t predict we''d go after Ms. Schnabel. Don''t even think
about using me and Eamon as your scapegoats!"
Lorne shrugged nonchntly, stretching his limbs. "Honestly, I didn''t see iting. My n was to
get rid of Palmer so Ms. Schnabel''s engagement would be off the table, benefiting both you and
me."
The Pock family''s eagerness to eliminate Palmer and grab power for themselves was tantly
obvious. What Lorne truly wanted was that engagement.
Larson frowned. "An engagement? Ms. Schnabel must be quite something to catch your interest."
Indeed, the girl had charm, enchanting both Palmer and Lorne!
Lorne chuckled. "So, Larson, are you in for a continued partnership? I want Ms. Schnabel, and you
want the helm of the Pock family. It''s a win-win."
Larson was tempted.
Lorne''s influence in their circles was formidable. If they could join forces, toppling Palmer might be
within reach.
With the reins of the Pock family in his grasp, even if the Schnabel family came for him, what of
it?
Lorne threw in his final bargaining chip. "Besides, Eamon''s mishap works in your favor."
"What do you mean? We''re brothers by flesh and blood. Whatever happens between me and
Eamon is our business, and you have no right to meddle!"
Lorne''s lips curled into a silent smirk. "But with Eamon out of the picture, no one will suspect you,
and one less brother means one less rival. Don''t you get it, Larson?"
With only so many shares to go around, how much would be left for him if he had to share with
Eamon?
Out loud, Larson stood his ground, "This is my affair. Mind your own business! If you want to work
with me, show some sincerity."
"Fair enough."
After hanging up, Lorne''s gaze fell on hispanion. "Thorpe, what are our odds against Palmer?"
Thorpe, munching on an apple, nearly spat it out at Lorne!
"What? You''re calling me in to take out Palmer? Lorne, you''ve got a twisted mind! My leg injury is
thanks to Palmer!"
Asking him to confront Palmer now was akin to sending him to his grave.
Lorne raised an eyebrow. "Don''t you want revenge for your Cerulean Whale buddies?"
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Thorpe finished his apple in silence, wiping his mouth carelessly. He shook his head. "We don''t y
that game on the front lines. If it were about revenge, I''d be hunting down scores of people every
day. Cerulean Whale has made too many enemies to count."
Besides, wasn''t Palmer after Cerulean Whale for revenge in the first ce? If they were keeping
score, it was Thorpe who had underestimated the Abyssal Organization''s strength from the start!
Lorne kept trying to persuade Thorpe. "If you truly don''t want revenge, you wouldn''t havee
when the boss called you."
"Bullshit. The boss calls, and you expect me to ignore it, waiting to be chopped by him?"
Thorpe thought Lorne was an idiot. The chance for Thorpe to loaf around Imperial City was too
good to pass up!
Lorne set down the stress balls. "I''ll find a way to weaken Palmer. Then you can make your move."
Thorpe had no objections to that, smirking as he closed his eyes to rest. That was, of course, if
Lorne truly had the power to take down Palmer!
Lorne reviewed his n in his head, ensuring it was airtight before a smug smile crept onto his face.
"I need to get out of this hospital soon, or I''ll miss the start of the semester... and miss seeing her.
Thorpe, you can proceed with the n I set up."
Thorpe rolled his eyes. "Hollis has already taken care of it! You''re a shady one, alwaysing up
with crooked schemes."
Lorne merely shrugged. "Call it crooked, but if it works, it''s a good n."
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Larson set down the phone, a thin sheen of cold sweat on his forehead.
His middle-aged secretary leaned in and whispered, "Larson, there''s someone here to see you.
Says she''s an old friend. I''ve let her in."
"Show her in, then."
Larson often had visitors seeking favors, so he didn''t think much of it.
Enter a woman in a figure-hugging velvet dress, adorned with what seemed like costume jewelry
that tried too hard to impress. Her high heels clicked on the floor as she sashayed into the room,
her poise carrying a hint of allure. Despite her years, she retained a certain charm, her beauty not
entirely faded.
Larson stood up abruptly, his brow furrowing. "Belinda Fuller? What are you doing here?"
At the sight of Larson, Belinda''s eyes reddened with emotion. It had been years since theyst met,
and now, confronted with Larson, Belinda''s eyes brimmed with tears.
"Larson, after all these years, I still can''t forget you..."
Larson quickly ushered Belinda to sit beside him.
"Weren''t you married? How have you been all these years?" he asked with genuine concern.
At his words, Belinda burst into tears.
Dabbing at the tears on her face, Belinda gazed at Larson- her first love and one of the wealthiest
men she''d ever been involved with. If only she''d known back then that Larson was from the affluent
Pock family, she would have never married Vincent, a man with empty pockets!
This time, she was determined to hold on to Larson, no matter what.