The Killer Queen by Noella Briony

Chapter 178

Hanging upside down from a beam in the black tower of Lockhart Prison, Thorpe was a sorry sight to behold. His once intimidating frame was now a patchwork of bruises and wounds.

Noella peered at the battered figure, her brows knitting together in confusion. “And who might you be?”

Thorpe’s fury broke through his battered facade. “Wise Fool, do you have to do this to me? I didn’t know you are Ms. Schnabel, and it was Xavier who had a bone to pick with your grandpa, not me! You’ve killed more of my guys over that blasted deal than I can count, and I haven’t even come knocking for payback!”

With a casual shrug, Noella replied, “You’re Thorpe? Didn’t recognize you there. Anyway, if your boys were stronger, maybe they wouldn’t have fallen so easily. Blaming me seems a bit shameless, don’t you think?”

Xavier chimed in with a snicker. “Shameless? He’s way past that. I knocked the looks right off his face!”

Thorpe’s swollen appearance did little to help his recognition; in fact, he looked more like a bloated caricature of himself.

It was only because Thorpe had watched a livestream of Noella’s birthday bash, organized by the Schnabel family while he was helping Hollis recover, that he recognized her. The face of Palmer, a familiar enemy. had appeared amid the birthday bash and it nearly drove Thorpe over the edge.

The CEO of the Pollack Group was one of his archenemies?

The moment he saw Noella standing close to Palmer, he knew–she was that Ms. Noella from the Schnabel family. Her confident stance as she fired her gun and her tussle with Lyra, it all clicked for Thorpe, who had faced her numerous times on the international warzones.

Ms. Noella from the Schnabel family, another nemesis?

Suddenly, Thorpe felt as if all his efforts over the years had been for naught.

What kind of heiress moonlights as a hitwoman?

“You’re the one who summoned me to Lockhart Prison and now you’ve got me strung up like a side of beef. What’s your endgame? You aiming to swallow up Cerulean Whale?”

as sin, but they’re

Organization. While looks weren’t a priority for a hitman, Cerulean Whale’s bizarre standards had turned them into a

rescue, remember? Don’t you care about your little

let me down? Xavier, you’ve wiped out my team;

glanced at Noella, clearly seeking her

down. His brain’s fried

left him with more than just a few clots and a close call

released, Thorpe slumped beside a water basin. Hollis, looking frail and pale, was

interest in beating dying man. This

his head towards Xavier from his

that belied his condition, Hollis then turned his attention to Noella, his smile growing a touch

and detached. “Lunaris saved you, not

replied, his eyes acknowledging

let you call the shots with

a chair over for Noella. “Have a seat, Noella. Why stand when you can sit? That Pollack boy didn’t even think to fetch you a chair. Useless. If you ever get bored of him, I’ve got a whole lineup of better

she retorted. “What are you offering? Death row inmates? Drug

filled with the depraved and the damned, including himself–a man burdened with sins. There was little

him spill everything first.” Xavier’s plan seemed

Thorpe. You can spill the beans just as

a snap of her fingers, Noella cut to the chase. “Xavier, how many times did you try

a shrug. “You think Marcel is worth spending on more than once?”

I seem to recall the Cerulean Whale gang

casually saved

was, they were well–prepared, having rigged the hospital room with explosives and bribed the medical staff. If anything had