The Killer Queen by Noella Briony

Chapter 34

“Milford, what should I do?”

“Just sneak into Vincent’s study, find a certain document, and bring it to me. Briony, the future of the Lambert and Rosenberg families is in our hands. You wouldn’t want to see me down in the dumps, right?”

Briony hesitated. She didn’t have the clearance to enter Vincent’s study.

“Briony, don’t you want to marry me? Once this hiccup is out of the way, I can get you a rock the size of a pigeon’s egg. Come on, just like last time, swipe Vincent’s papers for me. You got this.”

A rock the size of a pigeon’s egg! Briony’s eyes lit up like a Christmas tree.

“Alright! I’ll nab it for you! Just wait, Milford!”

Milford grabbed Briony’s hand, his lips curling into a broad grin. “I’ll be waiting!”

As soon as visiting hours at the ICU ended, Briony left with her head turning back three steps at a time, heart heavy with reluctance.

Her father had been all for her marrying Milford in double–quick time. He would surely back her up on this. Once the Rosenberg family crisis blew over, she could spill the beans to her dad.

At the Lambert Mansion

Briony tiptoed into Vincent’s study and, amid a mountain of paperwork, she pinpointed the document Milford had mentioned and made off with it, careful as a cat burglar.

Her heart was racing like a drum roll! Just the thought of soon becoming Milford’s bride made her feel like she was floating on cloud nine!

Too bad her bliss was a no–go show for Noella, who would be green with envy if she caught.

wind of it!

Belinda lounged on the couch, soaking up a massage from the nanny.

She felt like she had been put through the wringer just thinking about the stint she had had to endure in the clink because of that little stinker Noella.

“Where’s Briony?“.

“The young miss is visiting Mr. Rosenberg at the hospital.”

“That’s good. At least Briony knows the score: She better clinch that marriage deal with the Rosenberg family. Once she’s in, she’ll be living the life of Riley! As for that little stinker Noella…”

Belinda’s thoughts took a sharp turn. She shot up and found Vincent watering the garden,

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dragging him over to sit down,

left some dough for Horta in sacs YAGE DE Bezed the bucket? How else could she have

clicked for Vincent.

spot for Hoella. No way she’d leave this wild without leaving a little something behind. If Noella managed to snag Jasper, she must have used her

should be Brionys. She’s the Lambert’s flesh and blood. Why should

myself to make her

could take anything from the Lamberts? Fat chance!

and headed upstairs to his

later, he bolted out

the bid

your study? Briony and I just got back. We haven’t been in there. When did

Noella took off. Haven’t glanced

“That little snake! She must’ve swiped it. Is she trying to get back

we do now? Should we call

too many secrets to go public. If Vincent called the cops, Noella would be in hot water, but he would

make her hand it over. If we push her too far, and she runs off to our rivals with the bid,

I knew I should

herself mid–sentence, realizing she was about

1. up.

so wrapped up in the

Imperial West

out of Marcel’s ward, she spotted a familiar

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setting sun cast its glow on the black car and the dashing man leaning against it, painting a picture of worldly charm. His faint

“Please.”

get any other fares? Why do you always end up

Palmer was speechless.

rough around the edges. The platform won’t approve it, and you don’t

City Uber drivers had nicer rides, and with Palmer’s

in, close enough to help Noella buckle up, his scent of sandalwood enveloping her, making

do it myself.

belt is a bit fiddly. My apologies. I’ll work hard to upgrade

did not know

his car upgrade have to do with

“Thorpe skipped town. Actually, he never showed up at

Organization has some dirt on Thorpe.

Abyssal Organization. Why share it with me?” Abyssal and Obelisk, two assassin groups that were like cats and dogs!

I do

Heart?

away, feeling a

what Obelisk

grab a bite and have

revolving restaurant that oozed

the joint was a real wallet–buster; you wouldn’t get out