The Killer Queen by Noella Briony

Chapter 33

At the Lambert ancestral home in Linefort City.

Jasper’s hired muscle flew in by chopper and, while still several feet from the ground, yanked Vincent out and dumped him right at the doorstep of the Lambert ancestral horne,

Vincent, well into his fifties, nearly broke every bone in his old body!

“Dammit… Do you even know the law? This is assault, pure and simple!”

The bodyguard, sporting dark shades, Just gave a lopsided grin and sneered. “Our boss said we’re doing you a solid, dropping you home. You know exactly how you treated Ms. Noella–don’t play innocent!”

Vincent was speechless.

This was completely different!

Noella was just a heartless country bumpkin while he was the high and mighty CEO of the Lambert family!

After making the delivery, the bodyguard hopped back on the chopper and took off.

Blown around by the helicopter’s downdraft, Vincent’s hair was a mess, his suit was wrinkled, and his face was caked with dust and dirt, making him look like a beggar.

The actual beggars at the Lambert ancestral home’s gate nearly mistook him for one of their

own.

Vincent was fuming. He whipped out his phone to call the cops, but, of course, there was no signal!

Maddox, who was in charge of guarding the old homestead, spotted Vincent and hurried over to greet him.

“Mr. Lambert, why didn’t you give us a heads–up? Here to donate?”

Vincent was speechless again.

He was too proud to come back home without fanfare, always making a big show of donating like 30 to 50 grand, turning it into a spectacle the whole village knew about.

Vincent changed the subject. “How come there’s not even a proper road in this place?”

“Ah, Mr. Lambert, you’re here to fund road construction? That’s fantastic! I’ll go tell the mayor right now!”

Vincent quickly grabbed him.

“No, no, get me out of here first. My phone’s got no signal; I can’t make any donations to the village!”

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“What? Mr. Lambert, you’re also gonna build us a cell tower? That’s amazing!”

dumb because of his selective

really didn’t want to shell out cash for these yokels. He grabbed hold of Maddox,

me out of here. Does this village even have

grinned from ear to ear. “Sure do. Let me pull it here

baffled. What kind of vehicle

to get the “vehicle,” Vincent looked up at the

something of himself in Tranquility City, to become a known and respected tycoon.

looking at it, the house seemed to have been refurbished?

tree by the door–a mature tree of this variety

he was behind this renovation. Why would he spend money on fixing

Rosenberg, out of respect for Briony, secretly spruced up the place to surprise the

Vincent thought about it, the more it made sense!

amazing

the Rosenberg family had hit a rough patch, it was still not to be underestimated, given its previous

close to Milford, unlike Noella, who was always

about Briony’s engagement with

Vincent’s daydream was shattered when Maddox showed up

ox

better days, stopping

the only ox cart we’ve got. Hop on, and we’ll make

trembling. “There’s transportation

bus, and you’ll be in Linefort

Vincent remembered.

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back for years was because it was such a hassle to leave! Linefort City had no airport; he

he couldn’t brag about it, so he donated to Tranquility City’s overpass instead, barely making it onto the

Lambert, come on up. Once it gets light, the old

his breath, Vincent pinched his nose and climbed atop the ox cart, dodging

a beggar, “Take Mr.

that Vincent’s sandwich

figure. He pulled out a smartphone equipped with satellite GPS and dialed Noella.

Lambert said about donating for roads and a cell tower on video. Sending it

“Appreciate it.”

face split into

been toast a long time ago, not to mention the renovations you funded for the

house. It’s the least

at the video Maddox sent

Linefort City mountains, where Old Mrs. Lambert had weathered her whole life. Noella

days later, at Tranquility City

open the slammer door and let the Lambert ladies

rocking a scruffy beard and looking all

gobsmacked at the

wringer more than I did, and I was the one behind

the verge of tears! He hustled back from Linefort City, burning rubber to pull every string the Lambert family had to spring