The Killer Queen by Noella Briony

Chapter 81

Vincent felt a pang of guilt just thinking about it.

How did those folks get wind of his greasing the wheels with business judges, his failed attempts at buttering up top officials with gifts that got tossed back in his face, or his torching the rival company’s place to swipe their trade secrets?

And they even knew about the time he swiped the competitor’s menu and served up nothing but tapas at their dinner.

The more Vincent thought about it, the more scared he got. His back broke out in a cold sweat. and with injuries all over his body, that sweat stung like hell.

“Ow, ow! Where the heck is that doctor? Briony, where on earth did you get the money? I was just about to give the Rosenberg family a ring to chat about your wedding plans!”

Wedding plans!

Hearing those words, Briony’s heart skipped a beat.

If Vincent thought the money was from the Rosenberg family, he’d definitely start hashing out her marriage to Milford with them. And as for that five million, someone like Yvonne surely wasn’t hurting for cash. Worst case scenario, she could just hit up the Rosenberg family for it once she was hitched to Milford.

“Don’t sweat it, Dad. I’ll figure something out. I bumped into Stirling and the moment he heard Noella’s name, he kicked me out. Looks like the Schnabel family really has it out for her. Better

to steer clear from now on.”

Vincent nodded in relief.

Briony was way better as a daughter, a hundred times better than that ungrateful girl, Noella. It was so lucky that they cut the tie with her, or no one knew how she would’ve dragged the Lambert family down.

“I even saw Noella chatting it up with the owners of East Sea and West Ocean. Seemed like they knew each other.” She added.

Vincent perked up at that. Noella literally knew the big shots of East Sea and West Ocean? Maybe they had relatives at the Imperial West Hospital and hired Noella to care for them? That girl was only good for serving others. Her vibe of poverty made you wonder just how poor her original family must be.

“Forget her. She’s made her bed and she’s no concern of ours! Belinda, forget about revisiting the ancestral estate. I’ve sold it!” Vincent announced.

Belinda shot up in panic and stared at Vincent, “You sold our ancestral estate? And what about old lady’s graveyard?”

“That too! Some sucker insisted on buying it all, even the graveyard. Beats me why!”

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Lambert’s graveyard. They

it at

sold the old lady’s graveyard as well?

graveyard, what’s the big deal?”

hold back any longer. That grave was handpicked by her family. They planned to boot Old Mrs. Lambert out and move in themselves to ensure

Vincent, the loser, had

was after the graveyard all along. My folks had a psychic to explore the place,

gotta see if I can buy it back.” Vincent, ignoring his pain, whipped

car, Beckett’s assistant handed him the phone.

“Boss, it’s Vincent.”

glanced at the caller ID,

signaling him to take

the estate and a grave along with it, but I

days and I just feel wrong. After all, it’s just a graveyard, and you guys have no use for

land! The contract’s signed. Mr. Lambert. If you want it, you’ll have

price,

“Ten million.”

highway robber here! You only spent three million on our estate and my mother’s graveyard;

house are both mine now. If you’re not willing to

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to bless the Lambert family with never–ending

that’s my mother’s burial place, for heaven’s sake! You can’t just dishonor

and buried her somewhere else, no big deal. I’m hanging up now if there’s

gobsmacked. What do you mean just dig a hole and bury it? He thought to

mom, not Martin’s. What gave him the right to say he dug her

my dear mom like this? You’re way out of line!” he cried out.

you want your mother’s coffin, dig it up yourself. That graveyard’s mine now. If you want

and tossed it to his assistant, “Blacklist his calls from now on, unless he’s ready to cough up the

“Yes, Mr. Schnabel.”

left with a dial tone, was fuming. “How can someone be so heartless and

in a breath of cold air. Who