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.

on a man was a bit too intimate, but after

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

floor, towards the private rooms. Noella could walk just

soft, not at all like the unerring sniper she was, not a callus in sight, warm to hold, and he didn’t want to let

me. Sorry for being abrupt.” He said

alley of the bar.

to a dumpster by several bodyguards, the severe pain leaving him unable to

here to keep someone company, and she thinks she’s above it all? Once she’s in my hands, we’ll see how she begs. ouch… What a little tramp, a country bumpkin will always be just that. She should count herself

Once he found out who that

and her lover pay with their

the hobos who were sitting in

eyes gleamed with malice! This bastard dared to covet his sister and insult her? Didn’t he know

have been kidnapped and suffered

lips curling slightly as he said,

Milford’s screams and pleas echoed through the

lighting a cigar. Amid the swirling smoke, his handsome face was filled with regret and self–reproach. Leaving Milford barely alive, he Intended to watch the

hundreds of private rooms. The top–level rooms were inaccessible to the average bar–goer, where a bottle of champagne started at hundreds of thousands, and

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do you have a reservation?” The waiter stopped Palmer and Noella, as all the guests with reservations for the evening had arrived, but these two exuded an air of royalty. and the

the waiter hurried to verify it.

The guests from earlier are in that room; they’re friends of

quickly replied, “Mr. Thorpe is in

card and led

you come here

would he have a

a gentle breeze, with not a hint of the cold–blooded killer, even a touch of panic in his voice!

here. I had many missions in the country last year, so this place was convenient. Their cocktails are

was normal for assassin organizations to operate in nightclubs. Noella had her own private room in this bar too! She was just asking,

black suits and sunglasses on the lookout, wary of everyone passing

you? Get out of