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!”

Playing dumb because of his selective

wouldn’t donate, and he really didn’t want to

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

“Sure do. Let me pull it here for

baffled. What kind of vehicle needed pulling?

“vehicle,” Vincent looked up at the

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

house seemed to

Mrs. Lambert’s favorite osmanthus tree by the door–a mature tree of this variety could easily fetch 200 grand at auction.

way he was behind this renovation. Why would he spend money on fixing up this rundown place?

Rosenberg, out of respect for Briony, secretly spruced up

it, the more it made sense!

amazing son–in–law!

a rough patch, it was still not to be underestimated, given its

always been close to Milford, unlike

back, he would definitely need to talk about Briony’s engagement with the

was shattered when Maddox

ox

clearly had seen better days, stopping

Hop on, and we’ll make it to town by dawn!”

was trembling. “There’s transportation

hop on a bus, and you’ll be

Vincent remembered.

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Linefort City had no airport;

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

out cheerfully. “Mr. Lambert, come on up. Once it gets light,

nose and climbed atop the ox cart, dodging cow dung and hay.

“Take Mr. Lambert to

forward, shaking so violently that Vincent’s

out a smartphone equipped

got everything Mr. Lambert said about donating for roads and a cell tower on

“Appreciate it.”

wrinkled face split into

at all. If it weren’t for your help, our village would’ve been toast a long

the least

Maddox sent her and

City mountains, where Old Mrs. Lambert had

later, at Tranquility City

door and let the Lambert

rocking a scruffy beard and looking all kinds

was gobsmacked at the

how come you look like you’ve been through the wringer more than I did, and I was the

Linefort City, burning rubber to pull every string the