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!”

because

really didn’t want to shell

big deal to negotiate. Get me out of here. Does this village even have a

grinned from ear to ear. “Sure do. Let me pull it here for you!”

kind

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

but it took blood, sweat, and tears to make something of himself in Tranquility City, to become a known and

the house seemed

materials, even planted Old Mrs. Lambert’s favorite osmanthus tree by the door–a mature

Why would he spend money on fixing

Briony, secretly spruced up

thought about it, the more it

an amazing

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

to Milford, unlike Noella, who

talk about Briony’s engagement with the Rosenbergs–can’t let a

was shattered when Maddox showed up

ox cart!

days, stopping to rest after every

cart we’ve got. Hop

voice was trembling. “There’s transportation in town?”

there, hop on a bus, and

Vincent remembered.

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hadn’t come back for years was because it was such a hassle to leave! Linefort City had no airport; he would have

to donate for road construction, he thought it wasn’t worth it since he couldn’t brag about it, so he donated to Tranquility City’s overpass instead,

on up. Once it gets light, the old ox has to plow the

climbed atop the ox

“Take Mr. Lambert to town.”

Vincent’s sandwich lunch threatened

chuckled as he watched Vincent’s retreating figure. He pulled out a smartphone equipped

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

“Appreciate it.”

face split

all. If it weren’t for your help, our village would’ve been toast a long time ago, not to mention the renovations you funded

the least I could

the video Maddox sent her and

Lambert had weathered her whole life.

at Tranquility City

cop swung open the slammer door and let the Lambert ladies walk

looking all kinds

gobsmacked at the sight

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

from Linefort City, burning rubber to pull