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

to shell out cash for these yokels. He grabbed hold of Maddox,

out of here. Does this village even have a

“Sure do. Let

kind of vehicle needed pulling?

“vehicle,” Vincent looked up at the Lambert

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

it, the house seemed to

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

behind this renovation. Why would

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

about it, the more it made

an amazing

be underestimated, given its previous glory. Besides, they had always been

Briony, she had always been close to Milford, unlike

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

was shattered

ox

better days, stopping to

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

trembling. “There’s transportation in town?”

there, hop on a bus, and you’ll be in Linefort City

Vincent remembered.

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such a hassle to leave! Linefort City had no airport; he would have to

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

Once it gets light, the old ox has to plow the fields!”

under his breath, Vincent pinched his nose and climbed atop the

beggar, “Take

shaking so violently that Vincent’s sandwich lunch threatened to make a

He pulled out a

Mr. Lambert said about donating for roads and a

“Appreciate it.”

wrinkled face split

would’ve been toast a long time ago, not to mention the renovations you funded for the ancestral home

Grandma’s house. It’s the least I

Maddox sent her and then

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

days later, at Tranquility

and let

looking all kinds of wiped,

gobsmacked at the

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

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 duo.