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,

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

for Vincent.

spot for Hoella. No way she’d leave this wild without leaving a little something behind. If Noella managed to snag

All that foot should be Brionys. She’s the Lambert’s flesh and blood. Why should Noella get a dime?”

give Noella’s folks a ring myself to make her cough up every

could take anything from the Lamberts? Fat

mind and headed upstairs to his

out of the

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

the panic. “Did anyone go into your study? Briony and I just got back. We haven’t been in there. When did you prep the bid?”

off.

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

we do now? Should we

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

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

little brat! I knew I

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

1. up.

so wrapped up in the bid that

Imperial City, Imperial

Marcel’s ward, she spotted a

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sun cast its glow on the black car and the dashing man leaning against it, painting

“Please.”

frowning slightly. “Can’t you get any other fares? Why do you always end

Palmer was speechless.

bit rough around the edges. The platform

drivers had nicer rides,

scent of sandalwood enveloping her, making even the dust in the

do

just this car’s seat belt is a bit fiddly.

know what

car upgrade have to do with

never showed up at the bar. It was

Abyssal Organization has some dirt on Thorpe. Wanna take a look together?”

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

“Why not? When I do things I follow my heart, not the

Heart?

feeling a

I’ll share what Obelisk has on Thorpe too.”

a bite and have

a revolving restaurant that oozed romance from every brick; all lit up

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