The Killer Queen by Noella Briony

Chapter 117

His breath was hot against her skin, his breathing growing more urgent by the second. The warmth of it caressed Noella’s neck.

“Let go, or I won’t hesitate to give you a thrashing!”

Palmer chuckled helplessly. “I know my fiancée fancies a spar, but it’s quite the mood killer in this setting.”

Mood killer?

She was practically trapped in his embrace, unable to move an inch! And he had the nerve to call it a mood killer? If it weren’t for the fact that the house’s renovations had left the structure less than stable, her fist would have already made contact with his face!

With a gentle yet firm grip, Palmer’s hands encircled her slender waist, lifting her effortlessly onto the bed.

The room was dark, and her bed was unusually high. Palmer sat cross–legged on the floor mat, gazing up at her. His eyes seemed to hold endless moonlight, merging with the silver glow from the window, casting an indescribable tenderness.

“Just sleep here, alright? Let’s not disturb Grandma by going to her room, okay?”

Old Mrs. Lambert’s room was small, and besides, without Noella, he had no particular inclination to stay at someone else’s place.

He was here solely for Noella.

With that said, Noella lay back down.

The moonlight poured through the window, and she slept dreamlessly.

In the morning. Noella rose quietly to answer a call in the yard, careful not to wake the still–sleeping Palmer.

“Boss, Ulrich and that guy with a scar face are almost across the bortler. Should we keep tailing them?”

“Keep on them, don’t let anything happen to Ulrich.”

“We’re checking out the address Thorpe gave us, and something’s off.”

“What’s wrong?” Noella frowned.

“According to this prison timeline, the man we’re looking for might be another brother of Thorpe’s.”

Another brother? The one who had dealings with Toxic Monarch and got nabbed at the bar, the fake Thorpe?

“Review all the surveillance footage from that night. I need more info on this guy and keep me

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updated.”

and

clear, Noella began her morning routine, a series of stretches and exercises to

routine, she

fiancée is into doing morning exercises? Grandpa likes them too. You two can

gaze. He’d awoken at some point and had been watching her from

grand as the Schnabel Manor. Even from the second story,

the window, landing deftly in the courtyard, his movements fluid and graceful. He walked

another

night, she’d wager the whole village knew she’d brought home a fiancé.

did the

smiled, straightening up. “Those unloved often crave to stand

little room for denial without seeming

only to be greeted by Maddox, who peeked his head in

of breakfast burritos, setting them

I didn’t expect you guys to

could it be nothing

Lambert down, after assuring her he’d make

not quite up

had Maddox eyeing Palmer with a touch of suspicion.

Imperial City. Grandpa’s being discharged from the hospital.”

the young master can get a check–up too. Ah, no offense.

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just that the Fuller family heard you’re back and they’re clamoring to

the city, quite a distance from Glen Village.

do they want

going before you run into him. It could get messy.” Maddox’s tone soured at the mention of the Fullers. “If it weren’t for their constant pestering of Old Mrs. Lambert, and almost taking you away, she wouldn’t have fallen ill. That year, they whisked

as he recounted the past..

harm, to clear the way for Belinda to have a second child–a male heir. They’d concocted

nibbled on the

the Fullers hadn’t stolen her away and dumped her beyond the international warzone, she never would have been

day she returned, Old Mrs. Lambert hadn’t asked questions, just wept, holding her hand, heartbroken. Vincent had never shown concern, even when she was still considered a part of their family. From that moment, she felt like she was without a home.

passed, Noella’s sense of family truly dissolved. The person

one of their own, and it was a revelation to her–she. of all people, could have a