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

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

got a big deal to negotiate. Get me out of here. Does

ear. “Sure do. Let

was baffled. What kind of vehicle

the “vehicle,” Vincent looked up at

of himself in Tranquility City, to become a known and respected tycoon. He never wanted

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 at auction.

this renovation. Why would he

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

thought about it, the

an amazing

hit a rough patch, it was still not to be underestimated,

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

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

Vincent’s daydream was

ox

seen better days, stopping

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

“There’s transportation in

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

Vincent remembered.

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

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

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

and climbed atop the ox cart, dodging cow dung and

to a beggar, “Take

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

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

and a cell

“Appreciate it.”

split

If it weren’t for your help, our village would’ve been toast a long time ago, not to mention the renovations

It’s the

peeped at the video Maddox sent her and then locked

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

days later, at Tranquility City

swung open the slammer door and let the Lambert ladies walk

rocking a scruffy beard and looking all kinds of wiped, waited

at the sight

than I did, and I was the one behind bars

rubber to pull every string the Lambert family had to spring the mother–daughter duo.