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

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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 Palmer’s

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 sight, warm to hold, and

want you to get lost from me. Sorry for being abrupt.” He said ‘sorry‘. but the smile never left Palmer’s

back alley of the bar.

was tossed next to a dumpster by several bodyguards, the severe pain leaving him unable to move an inch.

hands, we’ll see how she begs. ouch… What a little tramp, a country bumpkin will always be just that. She should count herself lucky that

Once he found out who that man was, he

lover pay

alley from the entrance, the hobos who were

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

wouldn’t have been kidnapped and suffered for no reason. This was all because he, as

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

thugs swarmed in! Milford’s screams and pleas

was filled with regret and self–reproach. Leaving Milford

bar were 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,

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with reservations for the evening had arrived, but these two exuded an

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

The guests from earlier are in

quickly replied, “Mr. Thorpe is in

took back his card and led

come

he have a card?

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

so this place was convenient. Their cocktails are quite something:

to operate in nightclubs. Noella had her own private

sunglasses on the lookout, wary of everyone passing by, bulges

are you? Get