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.”

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

nice chunk of change

that even outdid Wren’s Air Force background,

sandwich and milk, clearly prepped by him for

don’t get mad, my

was puzzled. Was she known for

watching clouds race by the

don’t fret, my fiancée.” Palmer explained, “Set

this op–top brass from the three elite deep

be there, and to ensure her

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

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

rest either, prepping for this

gig to juggle, making time for

sandwich in the bag, thought for a second, then handed it over to

too,

by her concern.

focus on flying, so he really couldn’t take his hands

and held

“Thanks, it’s good.”

10:23

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

as she fed

the sky as the helicopter smoothly landed at Fortress Hospital’s entrance. morphed back into a

followed Palmer upstairs to

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the door, wiping tears and

the Rosenbergs treat her like this?

to say she was picked out of the trash

even bother to back her

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

doing at Fortress Hospital?

she called in by Milford?

be that she had clients even here, right? Must be she knew about Vincent’s hospitalization and wanted to stir

the man

bucks–looked like a custom job, just the jacket

to get a good look at his face. Maybe some rich dude Noella had just hooked