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.

cufflink on a man was a bit too intimate, but after Palmer had just stood up

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this, Noella didn’t refuse and bent her head to fasten his cufflink. Her

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

was, not a callus

Sorry for being abrupt.” He said ‘sorry‘. but the smile never left Palmer’s

of

bodyguards, the severe

how she begs. ouch… What a little tramp, a country bumpkin

who that man was, he was going to make sure

her lover pay with their lives!

entrance, the hobos who were sitting in the corner quickly ran over and spilled everything Milford said to Beckett.

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

suffered for no reason. This was all because he, as a brother, was worried she would dislike it, a dereliction

thin lips curling slightly as

Milford’s screams and pleas

smoke, his handsome face was filled with regret and self–reproach. Leaving Milford

the average bar–goer, where a bottle of champagne started at hundreds of thousands, and the floors were

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as all the guests with reservations for the evening had arrived, but these two

handed over his card, and the waiter hurried to verify it. “Mr. Pollack, please come in. your private

The guests from earlier are in that room;

Thorpe is in room

his card and led Noella to room number

you come here often?”

would he have a

his demeanor warm as a gentle breeze, with not a hint of the cold–blooded killer, even

year, so this place

nightclubs. Noella had her own private

men in black suits and sunglasses on

are you? Get out