The Killer Queen by Noella Briony

Chapter 98

Belinda and the Fuller family couple both got hauled off to the cop shop by the mountain patrol. Briony got off the hook since she didn’t really do much wrong; she just tagged along with her family to the graveyard. Plus, with Vincent needing someone to watch over him, the cops let her walk.

She was no match for Linsey in a rage! She Spilled the beans about tonight’s drama in just a few words.

When Linsey heard it, she got even more ticked off, raised her hand, and whacked Briony across the other cheek with a slap!

“You Lamberts are all nuts! If anything happened to my husband today, I’m gonna make your life hell! And you want to marry Milford? In your dreams!”

Briony was seething but didn’t dare to speak up; she just covered her face and bawled her eyes out, feeling super wronged.

She wanted to vent to Milford but realized he hadn’t even glanced her way, just glued to his phone, checking messages–obviously from some chick.

The thought of Milford possibly cheating on her turned Briony’s anger into pure spite! She curled up in a corner, trying to make herself invisible so Linsey wouldn’t go ballistic on her again.

A low–key luxurious sports car cruised into the dim light of dawn, rolling up to where Noella

stood.

Palmer, decked out in a deep brown suit, looked like a gentleman straight out of a medieval painting. Resting one hand on the steering wheel, he reached out to her. “Hop in.”

Noella had just settled into the car when Palmer leaned over to buckle her seat belt.

He kept the perfect distance, close enough for her to feel his warmth and scent but not too close to be intrusive.

“Where’s your meet–up with Thorpe?”

“Fortress Hospital. It’s neutral ground and doesn’t belong to any faction, so it’s relatively safe. Thorpe will be less on guard there.”

Fortress Hospital was indeed a solid pick, but it was a bit of a trek from Imperial City.

Palmer drove a few feet away from the sight of Serene Haven’s high–rise and then snapped his fingers.

The car morphed into a helicopter, its blades stirring up a vortex that made trees on the ground

thrash about.

“Sorry for the turbulence, but we’re pressed for time. This will be quicker.”

“No worries.”

used the same tech. Looked like more brands had teamed up with this tech recently.

should mean a nice chunk of change in

Wren’s Air Force background, casually handed Noella a paper

a warm sandwich and milk, clearly prepped

don’t get mad, my

was puzzled. Was she known for having a

the sandwich, watching clouds race by the

the hospital since last night, so don’t fret, my fiancée.” Palmer explained, “Set it

were high for this op–top brass from the

her safety, he had been losing sleep for days.

head over and over to guarantee nothing went wrong. She couldn’t come to any harm.

noticed the dark circles under Palmer’s eyes. “I know. Erek called me last night; my people are also stationed around

had much rest either, prepping for this showdown.

gig to juggle, making time for meals

in the bag, thought for a second,

skipped breakfast, too, right?

played on Palmer’s lips; fatigue eased by her concern. “Hands are tied.

he really couldn’t take his hands off the

carefully unwrapped the sandwich, and held it up to

“Thanks, it’s good.”

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from his own stash–how could he not know it tasted good?

onto Noella’s cheeks as she

helicopter smoothly landed at Fortress Hospital’s entrance. morphed back into a car, and rolled

upstairs to the

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door, wiping tears

the Rosenbergs treat her like this?

picked out of the trash

Milford didn’t even bother to back

her teeth in fury, but her gaze accidentally landed on Noella heading upstairs.

was Noella doing at

called in

be that she had clients even here, right? Must be she knew about Vincent’s

squinted, eyeing the

recognize him, but just his suit screamed big bucks–looked like a custom job, just

get a good look at his face. Maybe some