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 of his selective

he really didn’t want to shell out

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

“Sure do. Let me pull

What kind of vehicle needed

to get the “vehicle,” Vincent looked up

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

at it, the house seemed to have been refurbished?

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

renovation. Why would he spend money on fixing up

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

Vincent thought about it, the more it made

an amazing son–in–law!

was still not to be underestimated, given its previous glory. Besides, they

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

back, he would definitely need to talk about Briony’s engagement with the Rosenbergs–can’t let a

was shattered

actual ox

had seen better days,

is the only ox cart we’ve got. Hop

“There’s transportation in

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

Vincent remembered.

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because it was such a hassle to leave! Linefort City had no airport; he would have to take the rickety

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

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

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

“Take Mr.

violently that Vincent’s sandwich lunch

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

Noella, got everything Mr. Lambert said about donating for roads and a cell tower on video. Sending it your

“Appreciate it.”

face split into a grin.

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

house. It’s the least I could do.”

at the video Maddox sent her and then

Mrs. Lambert had weathered her whole

later, at Tranquility

swung open the slammer door and let

scruffy beard and looking all kinds of

gobsmacked at the sight

more than

tears! He hustled back from Linefort City, burning rubber to