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.

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

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this, Noella didn’t refuse and bent her head to fasten his cufflink. Her fingers were cool to the touch, grazing

caught Noella’s wrist and led her away from the dance floor, towards the private rooms. Noella could walk just fine. Why was he pulling her

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

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

of the bar.

bodyguards, the severe pain

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

he found out who that man was, he was going to make

pay with their

entrance, the hobos who were sitting in the corner quickly ran

This bastard dared to covet his

mall. If he had, Noella wouldn’t have been kidnapped and suffered for no reason. This was all because he, as a brother,

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

Milford’s screams and pleas echoed through the alley.

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

inaccessible to the average bar–goer, where a bottle of champagne started

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waiter stopped Palmer and Noella, as all the guests with reservations for

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

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

quickly replied, “Mr. Thorpe is in

back his card and led

come here

would he have

gentle breeze, with not a hint

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

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

suits and sunglasses on the lookout, wary of everyone

are you? Get out of here!”