The Killer Queen by Noella Briony

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“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,

in sacs YAGE DE Bezed the bucket? How else could she have cut loose

clicked for Vincent.

she’d leave this wild without leaving a little

be Brionys. She’s the Lambert’s flesh and

ring myself to

they could take anything from the Lamberts? Fat

his mind and headed upstairs to

bolted out of the study, sweating bullets!

my papers? That’s the bid proposal our

into your study? Briony and I just got back. We haven’t been in there. When did you prep

same day Noella took off. Haven’t glanced at it since!”

forehead, grinding his teeth. “That little snake! She must’ve swiped it.

do we do now? Should we call

cops, Noella would be in hot water, but he would be the one embarrassed. If word got out, he could kiss his

Noella first and make her hand it over. If we push her too far, and she runs off to

treacherous little brat! I knew

herself mid–sentence, realizing she was about to spill the beans, and clammed

1. up.

up in

Imperial West Hospital.

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

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the dashing man leaning against it, painting a picture of worldly charm. His faint smile tugged at Noella’s

“Please.”

other fares? Why do you always end up picking

Palmer was speechless.

platform won’t approve it, and you don’t seem to

the car had seen better days. Most Imperial City Uber drivers had nicer rides, and with Palmer’s

buckle up, his scent of sandalwood enveloping her, making even the dust in the

can do

this car’s seat belt is a bit fiddly. My apologies. I’ll work hard to upgrade to a

did not know what to

upgrade have to do with her?

creeping over her face, speaking coolly. “Thorpe skipped town. Actually, he never showed

guys found out, too. Turns out Abyssal Organization has some dirt on Thorpe. Wanna take

it with me?” Abyssal and Obelisk, two assassin groups that were

smooth smile. “Why not? When I do

Heart?

away, feeling

Obelisk has on

let’s grab a bite

restaurant that

well, the joint was a real wallet–buster; you wouldn’t get