The Killer Queen by Noella Briony

Chapter 33

At the Lambert ancestral home in Linefort City.

Jasper’s hired muscle flew in by chopper and, while still several feet from the ground, yanked Vincent out and dumped him right at the doorstep of the Lambert ancestral horne,

Vincent, well into his fifties, nearly broke every bone in his old body!

“Dammit… Do you even know the law? This is assault, pure and simple!”

The bodyguard, sporting dark shades, Just gave a lopsided grin and sneered. “Our boss said we’re doing you a solid, dropping you home. You know exactly how you treated Ms. Noella–don’t play innocent!”

Vincent was speechless.

This was completely different!

Noella was just a heartless country bumpkin while he was the high and mighty CEO of the Lambert family!

After making the delivery, the bodyguard hopped back on the chopper and took off.

Blown around by the helicopter’s downdraft, Vincent’s hair was a mess, his suit was wrinkled, and his face was caked with dust and dirt, making him look like a beggar.

The actual beggars at the Lambert ancestral home’s gate nearly mistook him for one of their

own.

Vincent was fuming. He whipped out his phone to call the cops, but, of course, there was no signal!

Maddox, who was in charge of guarding the old homestead, spotted Vincent and hurried over to greet him.

“Mr. Lambert, why didn’t you give us a heads–up? Here to donate?”

Vincent was speechless again.

He was too proud to come back home without fanfare, always making a big show of donating like 30 to 50 grand, turning it into a spectacle the whole village knew about.

Vincent changed the subject. “How come there’s not even a proper road in this place?”

“Ah, Mr. Lambert, you’re here to fund road construction? That’s fantastic! I’ll go tell the mayor right now!”

Vincent quickly grabbed him.

“No, no, get me out of here first. My phone’s got no signal; I can’t make any donations to the village!”

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“What? Mr. Lambert, you’re also gonna build us a cell tower? That’s amazing!”

Playing dumb because of his selective hearing!

he really didn’t want to shell out cash for these yokels. He grabbed hold of

deal to negotiate. Get me out of here. Does

from ear to ear. “Sure do. Let me pull

kind of

“vehicle,” Vincent looked up at the Lambert

up here, but it took blood, sweat, and tears to make something of himself in Tranquility City, to become a known and respected tycoon. He never

at it, the house seemed to have

Lambert’s favorite osmanthus tree by the door–a mature tree of this variety could easily fetch 200 grand

would he spend money on fixing up this

Rosenberg, out of respect for Briony, secretly spruced up the place to

thought about it, the more it made sense!

an amazing

not to be underestimated, given its previous

always been close to Milford, unlike Noella, who was always so lukewarm towards those

definitely need to talk about Briony’s engagement with the Rosenbergs–can’t let

in his happy thoughts, Vincent’s daydream was shattered when Maddox showed

ox

ox clearly had seen better days, stopping to rest after every

only ox cart we’ve got. Hop on, and we’ll make it to town

“There’s transportation in

and you’ll be in Linefort City in no time!”

Vincent remembered.

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it was such a hassle to leave! Linefort City had no airport; he would have to take the rickety old train to the nearest one.

it wasn’t worth it since he couldn’t brag about it, so he donated to Tranquility City’s overpass instead, barely making it onto the donor list among all the other

out cheerfully. “Mr. Lambert, come on up. Once it gets light, the old

pinched his nose and climbed atop the ox

signaled to a beggar, “Take Mr. Lambert

shaking so violently that Vincent’s sandwich lunch threatened

retreating figure. He pulled out

about donating for roads and a cell tower

“Appreciate it.”

wrinkled face split into a

been toast a long

It’s the

video Maddox sent her

mountains, where Old Mrs. Lambert had weathered her whole life. Noella

at Tranquility City Police Station.

and let the

scruffy beard and looking all kinds of wiped, waited at the door.

gobsmacked at the sight of

how come you look like you’ve been through the wringer more than I did, and I was the one behind bars

back from Linefort City, burning rubber to pull