The Killer Queen by Noella Briony

Chapter 25

Palmer, even when he was throwing punches, was all grace and poise – it was like he had choreographed each hit, explosive power and alll

Noella was a bit dazed.

For the first time in her life, someone stood up for her!

Ever since Old Mrs. Lambert passed away, there had been no one in the Lambert family on her side.

Every time she bumped into Milford, even if Noella hadn’t done a thing, Belinda would openly mock her and then find an excuse to lock her up at home, sending Briony off on a date with Milford.

Even back when Briony was just the nanny’s daughter, she got the royal treatment in the Lambert family, way better than Noella ever did.

She never cared about Milford and Briony anyway.

Old Mrs. Lambert once held her hand, saying tenderly and said, “My dear girl, you deserve the best man, someone who would protect you unconditionally.”

Watching Palmer straighten his sleeves, Noella felt her cheeks inexplicably heating up!

Palmer looked down, his scent of sandalwood closing in on Noella’s breath, his magnetic voice resonating softly, “Did I scare you? Sorry, I just couldn’t hold back.” He was a bit on edge, momentarily forgetting that the girl before him was not just any young lady, but a top international hitwoman!

“Thank you.

“That guy just now, who was he?”

Noella’s expression was cool, “Just some trash, not important.”

“He said he was your fiancé.

Noella shrugged, “I wasn’t that blind.”

A flicker of delight crossed Palmer’s eyes. Even though he knew that guy had nothing to do with her, hearing her deny it still sent a wave of joy through him.

“Thorpe and Toxic Monarch must have gone to the private rooms. Let’s head over.”

Noella nodded, bending down to pick up the ruby cufflink Palmer had dropped, and handed it to him. But Palmer extended his hand, the empty cuff dangling in front of Noella, mischief sparkling in his eyes.

a bit too intimate, but after Palmer had just stood up for her, she couldn’t just brush

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refuse and bent her head to fasten his cufflink. Her fingers were cool to the touch, grazing Palmer’s wrist and stirring

her away from the dance floor, towards the private rooms. Noella could walk just fine. Why was he

was soft, not at all like the unerring sniper she was, not a callus

get lost from me. Sorry for being abrupt.” He said ‘sorry‘.

back alley of the

tossed next to a dumpster by several bodyguards, the severe pain

she begs. ouch… What a little tramp, a country bumpkin will always be just that. She should count herself lucky that someone like me took a fancy to

was hit way too hard! Once he found out who that man was, he was

pay with their

shone into the alley from the entrance, the hobos who were sitting in the corner quickly ran

dared to covet his sister and insult her? Didn’t he know his own weight?

they crossed paths at the mall. If he had, Noella wouldn’t have been kidnapped and suffered for no reason. This was all because he, as a brother, was worried she would dislike it, a dereliction of his duties!

lips curling slightly as he said, “Beat him, but

swarmed in! Milford’s screams and pleas echoed through the alley.

was filled with regret and self–reproach. Leaving Milford

top–level rooms were inaccessible to the average bar–goer, where a bottle of champagne started at hundreds of thousands, and the floors were gold–plated, giving

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stopped Palmer and Noella, as all the guests with reservations for the evening had arrived, but these two exuded an air of royalty. and

and the waiter hurried to verify it. “Mr. Pollack, please come in. your private room

earlier are in that room; they’re friends of mine. I’ll

waiter quickly replied, “Mr. Thorpe is in room

took back his card and led Noella to room number

you come here

else would he have a

with not a hint of the

in the country last year, so this place was convenient. Their

normal for assassin organizations to operate in nightclubs. Noella had her own private room

black suits and sunglasses on the lookout, wary of everyone passing by, bulges at their waists

Get out of here!”