The Killer Queen by Noella Briony

Chapter 34

“Milford, what should I do?”

“Just sneak into Vincent’s study, find a certain document, and bring it to me. Briony, the future of the Lambert and Rosenberg families is in our hands. You wouldn’t want to see me down in the dumps, right?”

Briony hesitated. She didn’t have the clearance to enter Vincent’s study.

“Briony, don’t you want to marry me? Once this hiccup is out of the way, I can get you a rock the size of a pigeon’s egg. Come on, just like last time, swipe Vincent’s papers for me. You got this.”

A rock the size of a pigeon’s egg! Briony’s eyes lit up like a Christmas tree.

“Alright! I’ll nab it for you! Just wait, Milford!”

Milford grabbed Briony’s hand, his lips curling into a broad grin. “I’ll be waiting!”

As soon as visiting hours at the ICU ended, Briony left with her head turning back three steps at a time, heart heavy with reluctance.

Her father had been all for her marrying Milford in double–quick time. He would surely back her up on this. Once the Rosenberg family crisis blew over, she could spill the beans to her dad.

At the Lambert Mansion

Briony tiptoed into Vincent’s study and, amid a mountain of paperwork, she pinpointed the document Milford had mentioned and made off with it, careful as a cat burglar.

Her heart was racing like a drum roll! Just the thought of soon becoming Milford’s bride made her feel like she was floating on cloud nine!

Too bad her bliss was a no–go show for Noella, who would be green with envy if she caught.

wind of it!

Belinda lounged on the couch, soaking up a massage from the nanny.

She felt like she had been put through the wringer just thinking about the stint she had had to endure in the clink because of that little stinker Noella.

“Where’s Briony?“.

“The young miss is visiting Mr. Rosenberg at the hospital.”

“That’s good. At least Briony knows the score: She better clinch that marriage deal with the Rosenberg family. Once she’s in, she’ll be living the life of Riley! As for that little stinker Noella…”

Belinda’s thoughts took a sharp turn. She shot up and found Vincent watering the garden,

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dragging him over to sit down,

reckon the old lady left some dough for Horta in sacs YAGE DE Bezed the bucket? How else could she have cut loose so

clicked for Vincent.

she’d leave this wild without leaving a little

on. All that foot should be Brionys. She’s the Lambert’s flesh and

myself to make her cough up every penny, it’s all

from the Lamberts?

up his mind and

later, he bolted out of the study, sweating

heck are my papers? That’s the bid proposal our company needs. It’s top priority!”

anyone go into your study? Briony and I just got back. We

Noella took off. Haven’t glanced at it

his teeth. “That little snake! She must’ve

now? Should we call

many secrets to go public. If Vincent called the cops, Noella would be in hot water, but he would be the one embarrassed. If word got

first and make her hand it over. If we push her too far,

I knew I should

realizing she was about to spill the beans, and clammed

1. up.

wrapped up in the bid

City, Imperial West

out of Marcel’s ward, she spotted a familiar car parked at

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its glow on the black car and the dashing man leaning against it, painting a picture of worldly charm. His faint smile tugged

“Please.”

other fares? Why do you always end up picking me

Palmer was speechless.

car’s a bit rough around the edges. The platform won’t approve it, and you don’t seem to

car had seen better days. Most Imperial City Uber drivers had nicer rides, and with Palmer’s unique situation, getting approved

to help Noella buckle up, his scent of sandalwood enveloping her, making

can do it

bit fiddly. My apologies. I’ll work hard to

know what to

have to do with

Actually, he never showed up at the bar.

has some dirt on Thorpe. Wanna take

Abyssal Organization. Why share it with me?” Abyssal and Obelisk, two assassin groups that were

smooth smile. “Why not? When I

Heart?

away, feeling a

share what Obelisk

a bite

restaurant that oozed romance from every brick; all lit

you wouldn’t get out of there