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!”

that Maddox! Playing dumb because

couldn’t say he wouldn’t donate, and he really didn’t want to shell out cash for these yokels. He

big deal to negotiate. Get me out of here.

ear to ear. “Sure do.

kind of

get the “vehicle,” Vincent looked up at the

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

house seemed to have

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

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

out of respect for Briony, secretly spruced up the place

thought about it,

an amazing son–in–law!

not to be underestimated, given its previous glory. Besides, they had always been a

always been close to Milford, unlike Noella, who was always so lukewarm towards those blue–blood boys.

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

in his happy thoughts, Vincent’s daydream was shattered when Maddox showed

actual ox cart!

old ox clearly had seen better days, stopping to rest after every step.

this is the only ox cart we’ve got. Hop on, and we’ll make it to

“There’s transportation in town?”

on a bus, and you’ll be in

Vincent remembered.

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back for years was because it was such a hassle to leave! Linefort City had

him 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, barely making it onto the donor list among

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

and climbed atop the ox cart, dodging cow dung and

a beggar, “Take Mr.

violently that Vincent’s sandwich

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

and a cell tower on video. Sending it your

“Appreciate it.”

wrinkled face split

weren’t for your help, our village would’ve been toast a long time ago, not to

Grandma’s house. It’s the least I

the video Maddox sent her and

where Old Mrs. Lambert had weathered her whole life. Noella would

days later, at Tranquility City

and let the Lambert ladies walk

beard and looking all kinds of wiped, waited at the

the sight

like you’ve been through the wringer more than I did, and I was the one behind

He hustled back from Linefort City, burning rubber to pull every