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.

bit awkward. Putting a cufflink on a man was a bit too intimate, but after Palmer had

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her head to fasten his cufflink. Her fingers

led her away from the dance floor, towards the private

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

don’t want you to get lost from me. Sorry for being abrupt.” He said ‘sorry‘.

back alley of the

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

how she begs. ouch… What

too hard! Once he found out who

pay with their lives!

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

covet his sister and

kidnapped and suffered for no reason. This was all because

his rage, his thin lips curling slightly as he said, “Beat him, but leave

thugs swarmed in! Milford’s screams and pleas

shadows, lighting a cigar. Amid the swirling smoke, his handsome face was filled with regret

private rooms. The 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,

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

card, and the waiter hurried to verify it. “Mr. Pollack, please come in. your private room is ready!”

from earlier are in that room;

waiter quickly replied, “Mr. Thorpe is in room

and led

you come here

he have a card?

not a hint of the cold–blooded killer, even a

many missions in the country last year, so this place was

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

9, bodyguards packed the area, burly men in black suits and sunglasses on the lookout, wary of everyone passing by, bulges at their waists indicating they were

Get out of here!”