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

for

No way she’d leave this wild without leaving a little something behind. If Noella managed to snag Jasper, she must have used

frowned. “That’s not on. All that foot should be Brionys. She’s the Lambert’s flesh and blood.

a ring myself to make

could take anything from the Lamberts?

mind and headed

out

heck are my papers? That’s the bid proposal our company needs.

I just got back. We haven’t

off. Haven’t glanced at it

“That little snake! She must’ve swiped it. Is she trying to get back

do we do now? Should we call

cops, Noella would be in hot water, but he would be the one embarrassed. If word

her hand it over. If we push her too far,

brat! I

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

1. up.

wrapped up in the bid that he didn’t catch her

Imperial City, Imperial West Hospital.

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

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man leaning against it,

“Please.”

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

Palmer was speechless.

edges. The platform won’t approve it,

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

leaned in, close enough to help Noella buckle up, his scent of sandalwood enveloping her, making even

do it myself.

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

did not know what to

have

hid the flush creeping over her face, speaking coolly. “Thorpe skipped town. Actually, he never showed up at

has some dirt on

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

a smooth smile. “Why not? When I do things I follow my heart, not the

Heart?

away, feeling a bit

Obelisk has on

grab a bite and have

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

the joint was a real wallet–buster; you wouldn’t get out of there