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.”

mind, call me whatever you want.

willing to treat

the person

Elara’s case that self–proclaimed humanitarian doctor also

bigger secrets lurking behind these events, and

of it.

in touch with Thorpe, but I

“What’s that?”

his side, almost flush against him, creating

you go see Thorpe, you have to

would probably freak out

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

who I am. I don’t like the idea of my fiancée spending too much time with other men. I get jealous.”

going to see a patient – what was there for him to

Was he nuts?

I operated on your granddad last time, I took off his shirt and touched his chest. Go

speechless at Noella’s retort, and

of mischief sparkled in

in the ICU bed, slowly came to.

can move you to a regular ward

I

was making notes, she explained. “You forgot? Last night, you

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almost drowned, and Jasper brought you here. You’re fine now that you’ve woken up.”

to Emerald County?

a plan!

popped up and spoiled her chance. Otherwise, by now, the billion dollars would be hers!

up, it must be because he didn’t want her to strike it rich or steal Noella’s thunder. Looked like she needed to find some other business on the deep

her bed out, glancing

Pollack is so devoted, visiting his grandfather at

surely be drawn to her. Just a bit of sympathy and she could slip in

ward, the nurse left. Yvonne slipped away

playing chess with a few silver–haired old gents. That meant

excitement grew as she hurried along, reaching the door to the room, even tugging

“Palmy, I’m here!”

around Noella’s waist, whispering in her ear while