The Killer Queen by Noella Briony

Chapter 137

Vincent had it all figured out in his head. He was even strategizing about what to say when he saw Noella. He had to find out the true identity of Noella’s biological parents. If they were

indeed loaded, he’d make sure to milk some benefits from them. And that ten–billion contract, If it existed, it was meant for them, wasn’t it? Taking it would only be fair.

With that money, their financial troubles would vanish, and it wouldn’t have been for nothing that they’d raised Noella all these years!

Alioth could barely contain his disgust at the sight of Vincent’s smug grin. He kept telling himself to hold back as there were too many cameras around; it wouldn’t be a good place to start a fight here.

Taking several deep breaths, Alioth steered Vincent toward the small grove outside the hospital.

Since the last time someone dragged Vincent into the grove and gave him a hiding, he’d developed a phobia of such places.

“Dude, where are you taking me? If Noella’s around, can you ask her to come see me? Look at me, I’m not in the best shape. Maybe we shouldn’t go inside?”

“Let’s just go in. The boss is waiting for us inside.”

Vincent was confused.

What did he mean by “boss“? Was Noella waiting for him with a purpose?

Alioth stopped in the grove and looked up. “Boss, he’s here.”

Vincent glanced up, clueless. His eyes widened at the sight of Noella standing on a tree branch. She was cloaked in a black trench coat, like a specter of the night!

Her figure was slender, her hair misty as twilight, pinned up with a hairpin gifted by Ulrich, exposing her long, pale neck. In the dim light, her eyes were cold and detached, like a queen of the dark!

Vincent swallowed hard without realizing it.

“Noella? What’s with the spook show? What are you doing out here?”

Belinda was equally startled by Noella’s appearance. Somehow, just looking at Noella made her feel like her breath had been taken away.

Mysterious and dangerously alluring, she was a sight that felt almost sacrilegious to behold. Was this really the same girl she had never taken seriously?

Feeling a little intimidated and with her voice trembling, Belinda said, “Noella, have you been waiting here for us? We really missed you. Let’s go home together, shall we?”

Vincent chimed in, “Yeah, come home with us. It’s too hard for a girl like you to work out here

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live the good life with me. We’ve even found you a

back at

staring at Noella perched above, was practically

She was stunning!

her this much. She was like a phantom of the night, her legs in boots long and slender. Just standing there in silence was enough

you. Trust me, just come back with us, and then we can spend some time getting to know each

beautiful woman had to

family, her lips curling into a sneer. “You like me? You just want me to bail you out, don’t you, moron? Couldn’t afford a mirror at home, could you? Take a good look at

believed such nonsense since she

Vincent had heard Noella call him by his first name so directly. He was

you’re going to settle down with Ellsworth! We’ve raised you all these years; you owe us for that upbringing. Don’t worry about paying too much. I know your parents got a big payout from the Emerald County council. Just give me ten million, and

further into a scornful smile.

thinking about getting money from

you makes

the tree, her legs kicking against the trunk as she landed with poise. Her trench coat flared like a skirt, casting a bewitching and dangerous arc in the night, like the scythe of the Grim Reaper slicing through the

Fuller family were dumbstruck

it from climbing trees back in Glen

stood beneath the tree, taking deliberate

started to race erratically, as if their owner was about to tear him

what are you going to do?

gloved

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noise.

Fuller family members around him passed out, collapsing in a

had they made their move?

on her thin surgical gloves. She flicked open a small knife, twisting it in her hand and stabbing it

his tongue in pain!

hit an artery. You won’t die yet. But if you keep bothering me. I can’t

of respect for Old Mrs. Lambert. But that didn’t mean she’d always