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.”

agreed and hung

the yard, the morning breeze brisk and clear, Noella began her morning routine, a series of

she exhaled

Grandpa likes them too. You

at some point and had

village, not nearly as grand as the Schnabel Manor. Even from the second story, it felt within reach.

deftly in the courtyard, his movements fluid and graceful. He walked over to

find another term

she’d wager the whole village

people call you Noella. If I did the same, you might

often crave to stand out. Please, indulge my insecurities.”

little room for denial

who peeked his head in through the door. “Maddox,

breakfast burritos, setting them on the small

I didn’t expect you guys to be

could it be nothing happened last

as if he’d let Old Mrs. Lambert

not quite up

with a touch of suspicion. “Ms. Noella, will you

to Imperial City. Grandpa’s being

the young master can get a check–up too. Ah,

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family heard you’re back and

quite a distance from Glen Village.

want with me?”

get messy.” Maddox’s tone soured at the mention of the Fullers. “If

indignation flared as he recounted the past..

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

on the breakfast burrito,

she never would have been found by the Polaris Star! All the darkness she’d experienced had begun then.

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

Old Mrs. Lambert passed, Noella’s sense of family truly dissolved. The person who loved her most in the world was

it was