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,

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

clicked for

wild without leaving a little something behind. If

foot should be Brionys. She’s the

give Noella’s folks a ring myself to make her

from the Lamberts? Fat

and headed

out of

the bid proposal our company needs. It’s top priority!”

just got back. We haven’t been in there. When did

off. Haven’t glanced at

slapped his forehead, grinding his teeth. “That little snake! She must’ve swiped it. Is she trying to get

do we do now? Should

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

we push her too far, and she runs off to our rivals with the

treacherous little brat! I knew I

about

1. up.

Vincent was so wrapped up in the bid

Imperial West

ward, she spotted a familiar car parked at the hospital entrance.

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the black car and the dashing man leaning against it, painting a

“Please.”

you get any other fares? Why do you always end up

Palmer was speechless.

platform won’t approve

City Uber drivers had nicer rides, and with Palmer’s unique situation, getting approved was tricky.

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

can do it

it’s just this car’s seat belt is a bit fiddly. My apologies. I’ll

did not know what

have to do with

face, speaking coolly. “Thorpe skipped town. Actually, he never showed up at the bar. It was his brother who met with Toxic

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

Why share it with me?” Abyssal and Obelisk, two assassin groups

a smooth smile. “Why not? When I do things

Heart?

turned away, feeling a bit

I’ll share what Obelisk

let’s grab a bite and have a proper chat.”

into the city center and picked out a revolving restaurant that oozed romance from every brick; all lit up with colorful

wallet–buster; you wouldn’t get out of there for less than a five–figure meal!