The Killer Queen by Noella Briony

Chapter 112

“What do you mean?”

Thorpe tucked his brother into bed, casting a hopeful glance at Noella. “Not the place to talk. Let’s not disturb his rest; we’ll step outside.”

“Okay.”

Once outside the room. Thorpe began to explain. “The guy is locked up, alright. After we got him out of Heartfelt Orphanage, your cops nabbed him not long after. I can only give you the location of the jail. Whether or not you’ll get to see him or hear what you want, that’s not my concern.”

Noella wore a mask that concealed her face, her slightly furrowed brow the only visible sign of her emotions. Her eyes were striking, with an icy sheen like a goddess descended from snow–capped peaks, untouched by the world’s filth.

“Fine, but you better not be lying to me.”

“Relax. A promise is a promise. And hey, if you ever feel like joining our anytime!” Thorpe seized the moment to make his pitch.

crew, you’ll be welcome

The illness plaguing Hollis was so severe that even renowned international neurosurgeons wouldn’t dare operate. Thorpe had risked consulting with underground doctors, yet not one could guarantee success. Only the enigmatic Phantom Surgeon Lunaris had managed to pull his brother back from death’s door.

It was no wonder Thorpe wanted her on board with Cerulean Whale; she could be their ace in the hole.

Suddenly, a warm hand wrapped around Noella’s slender waist from behind.

The heat from his palm was comforting on her delicate frame and Noella could feel the strength. of his grip.

Palmer stood there, a cold and deadly aura about him, glaring at Thorpe. “Mr. Thorpe never learns to read the room. Since that’s the case, Abyssal Organization will be sure to extend a warm welcome to our friends from Cerulean Whale.”

Thorpe’s face paled! This was a threat from Palmer!

Meeting Palmer’s warning gaze, Thorpe couldn’t help but scoff in response. “Does Abyssal Organization run Harmonia Country now?”

“You’ll find out soon enough if we do,” Palmer said coolly, guiding Noella away from Fortress Hospital.

reluctantly released the sweet softness of his fiancée from his embrace, not understanding the magic she wielded that made him never want to let

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so young, he’d marry her

“Granddad called, wants us to pick them up

elderly gentlemen to be discharged, and Palmer’s phone had been bombarded

the way back to

“I’m taking you somewhere

time they had already spent at the

hurt.

“Where?”

Besides, Beckett said to take you out for some

Thorpe’s men still lurking in Imperial City and had been busy dealing with them. By the time Thorpe realized what was happening,

drove into a rustic countryside, the luxury of his car clashing with the

immediately recognized it as the Lambert ancestral home where she’d

sign hung at the entrance, announcing the

them. “Ms. Noella, welcome back! And this must be

Palmer’s choice to bring

the area in at heady scent, soothing and delightful. She noticed even the path to the front door had

renovated.

fixed the

only. The

quite challenging. If it weren’t for the recently repaired

rocking chair swaying

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in the yard, under the

and it pained him to see her pass away after

justice. Your dad… I mean Mr. Lambert, he was her

head with a mix of anger and