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!”

Maddox! Playing dumb because of his

wouldn’t donate, and he really didn’t want to shell out cash for these yokels. He grabbed hold of

me out of here.

to ear. “Sure do. Let me

What kind of vehicle needed pulling?

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

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

at it, the house seemed to

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

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

Briony, secretly

it, the more it made sense!

amazing son–in–law!

it was still not to be

been close to Milford, unlike Noella, who was always so

definitely need to talk about Briony’s engagement with the Rosenbergs–can’t let a catch like

daydream was shattered

ox

ox clearly had seen better days, stopping to rest after

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

was trembling. “There’s transportation

and you’ll be in Linefort City in

Vincent remembered.

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

it wasn’t worth it since he couldn’t brag about it, so

called out cheerfully. “Mr. Lambert, come on up. Once it gets light, the old ox has to

and climbed atop the

to a beggar, “Take Mr.

Vincent’s sandwich lunch threatened to make

pulled out a smartphone equipped with

roads and a cell tower on video. Sending

“Appreciate it.”

face split

for your help, our village would’ve been toast a long time ago, not to mention the renovations you funded for the

the least I could do.”

the video Maddox sent her

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

later, at Tranquility City Police

swung open the slammer door and let the Lambert ladies walk free.

looking all kinds of wiped, waited at

the sight of

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

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