The Killer Queen by Noella Briony

Chapter 73

Looking at the scrutinizing and side–eye his sister was giving him, Stirling felt a whole lot of reuret in his heart.

It only he knew better, he wouldn’t have agreed to star in that movie with two male leads! If this whole mess tarnished his shining reputation in his sister’s eyes, he would go ballistic on those movie studios.

“Go to sleep; we’ll catch up tomorrow.”

“Alright, good night, Stirling.”

At the common ward in Imperial West Hospital.

Vincent was staring at the bill like it was sucking his blood dry. Just for passing out from a shock, and he even told them somebody at the door knocked into him- the hospital should be chasing that dude for the medical expenses!

But the medics? They wouldn’t listen; they just kept nagging him to cough up the cash.

With no choice, Vincent paid up and, spotting Briony walking in, said, “Briony, where have you been? Mr. Schnabel’s gonna show up any minute. Don’t go wandering off.”

“When is Mr. Schnabel gonna get here? We’ve been waiting all afternoon. Is he really coming?”

Vincent couldn’t be sure. Would someone like Tristan actually come to see them?

Belinda just chuckled with an air of mystery.

his ears at work. When “You guys just don’t get it. Mr. Schnabel’s a big shot, always up would he find the time to meet us? Even if he does come, for the Schnabel family’s rep, he would avoid daylight and sneak in under the radar.

“You’re right. If Mr. Schnabel knows he’s been bamboozled, he’ll definitely show.”

Vincent glanced at his watch, getting antsy. If Mr. Schnabel didn’t show up soon, they would be forking over another day’s hospital fees!

A few bodyguards in sleek black suits entered the ward. “Vincent? Mr. Schnabel sent us to pick you up. Come with us.”

The Lamberts couldn’t contain their glee, scrambling out of bed to follow the bodyguards. Briony, not seeing Tristan anywhere, whispered, “Where’s Mr. Schnabel? We’ve got some important stuff to tell him. Isn’t he coming?”

The bodyguards didn’t give her the time of day, making things awkward real quick.

Briony tugged at Belinda’s sleeve with a pout, “Mom, I need to pee.”

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make

whisked Vincent and Belinda off

car started, Belinda got antsy.

yet! Why’d you take off? I swear,

“Shut it!”

looks, sensing something was off. Where

do you think you’re doing?!”

“You’ll find out

next morning, Stirling had just whipped up breakfast and was about to

breakfast spread that filled the grand table with

eye twitched. “What’s all this

only right I take care of breakfast.”

to let it slide when Palmer strutted

You’re addicted to my

a snazzily dressed Palmer with

was still cursing up

all the ruckus this

just woken to their bickering, yet they

like a misty cloud sprawled on the pillow, her doe eyes still misty

his breath, momentarily lost for words

caressing Noella’s head with a tender touch. “Awake? Wanna

the stuff you said you liked ready in the

be

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got some stuff to hash out with your brother anyway. Take

of her hair, which carried her signature hint

the door, muttered under his breath as Palmer stepped out. “Good on you, kiddo, for knowing your

massaged his temples, a tad frustrated. “Next time I’m talking to Noella, try to keep your

thought. He flew off the handle, fists clenched. “What are you implying? She’s my sister, mine! Don’t even think about messing with her in front

the sticks last night and

up cluelessly. “Nah, my guys were scheduled to rough up the Rosenberg folks today. I thought it

locked eyes, both thinking the other was the culprit.