The Killer Queen by Noella Briony

Chapter 67

Palmer was feeling a bit of regret. He reached out, twirling a strand of Noella’s hair that had fallen across her face between his fingers. “If we were somewhere else, say in the international warzones, their fate wouldn’t have been so lucky.”

In the international warzones, he was known as Vocalist, the fearsome leader of a killer organization. Those who fell into his hands usually had one inevitable outcome!

Death!

The Lambert family should count their blessings for having raised Noella for nearly nineteen years. Otherwise, what they would face from him wouldn’t be so lenient!

Palmer squinted slightly, shielding the sunlight from Noella’s eyes, coaxing her to look into his.

“I’m thinking of bankrupting the Rosenberg family. Would my dear fiancée mind?”

“Why would I mind?”

What did she have to do with the Rosenberg family? Even if Milford had been betrothed to her in childhood, his fiancée in question was “Ms. Lambert“, not her personally.

“You don’t need to tell me what you’re up to. Aren’t you already on it?”

Noella was speechless.

Did Palmer have a screw loose or something? Every single day, whatever he was up to, he would shoot her a message. Photos of his meals, videos from his schmoozing sessions, even updates on whom he’s met – and if she didn’t text back, he would call up to ask!

She had no choice but to reply with a sentence or two every time Palmer texted her. This back–and–forth meant she was pretty much clued into his daily doings.

Palmer chuckled.

This little ingrate – he shared everything with her, and she couldn’t get the hint?

“I’m keeping you in the loop to put your mind at ease and also to keep myself on your mind. Since you’re not used to missing me, I can work on that!”

She w

wasn’t used to having him around, which was fine! He was going to gradually make her get

used to it.

“Thorpe sent me a message, hoping I’d give up Lunaris‘ consultation rights. What do you think, my dear fiancée?”

“Can’t you call me something else?”

Always with that title, it was like the whole world knew she was his betrothed. Noella felt her face burning with embarrassment.

“Sure, how about ‘babe‘? ‘Honey“? I’m open to other nicknames, but I’d prefer them after we’re

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Chanter ba

married.”

whatever you want. How

willing to treat

needed to find the person to uncover the truth about the past. With families like the Schnabels, she doubted they would easily mix

that self–proclaimed humanitarian

lurking behind these events,

of it.

in touch with

“What’s that?”

drawing her close to his side, almost flush against him, creating an intimate atmosphere that even

Thorpe, you have

out if

wanted to see Lunaris for his brother’s treatment, not the head of the

doesn’t know who I am. I don’t like the idea of my fiancée spending

a patient – what was

Was he nuts?

last time, I took off his shirt and touched his chest. Go get jealous, then.”

shades of red and white, speechless at Noella’s retort, and for once, he seemed a

of mischief sparkled in

in the ICU

you’re awake. We can move you

I end up

explained. “You forgot? Last night, you insisted

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Chapter 67

to Emerald County. You almost drowned, and Jasper brought you here. You’re fine

was puzzled. Swim from the harbor back to Emerald County?

a plan!

and spoiled her chance. Otherwise, by now, the billion dollars

rich or steal Noella’s thunder. Looked like she needed

bed out, glancing down from the floor.

car. Mr. Pollack is so

of sorrow, he would surely be drawn to her. Just a bit of sympathy and she could slip

Yvonne was settled in the regular ward, the nurse left. Yvonne slipped

downstairs, playing chess with a few silver–haired old gents. That meant Palmer was alone in

grew as she hurried along, reaching the door to the room, even tugging at her clothing and undoing

“Palmy, I’m here!”

had his arms around Noella’s waist, whispering in her ear while she occasionally responded, looking very much in sync.