The Killer Queen by Noella Briony

Chapter 197

Grist, are we really taking him to the Polaris Star?” Phecda hesitated, knowing all too well that the place was brimming with so many of their secrets. It didn’t seem right to let Palmer in on it all

Noella surveyed the few club members before her. “You disagree?” she bit back.

Pheoda quidity raised his hand in acquiescence, “You’re the boss, and that’s your call!”

Ivan stepped forward and hoisted Palmer onto his shoulder, “Let’s hit the road then. If the boss trusts him, who are we to argue?”

As if on cue, Nolan drove up in a pickup truck, “Hop in! We’ve made too much noise here; someone’s bound to show up soon.”

The truck’s bed was spacious enough, and Noella instructed Ivan to lay Palmer down carefully, then checked his pulse herself.

Ihan frowned. “Boss, that Vocalist is real man. To think he carried you through that jump. with such heavy injuries. I was watching from across the way and thinking he was

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While aiding Noella in stemming Palmer’s bleeding, Phecda couldn’t help but complimented. “No kidding. The guy stood his ground and said some tough things so I thought he was just fine. But look at my hand–blood everywhere.”

From their vantage point in the opposite building, they had watched Palmer, so calm and collected that they assumed he was unharmed.

The rope van had thrown was snatched up by Palmer in a single grab, and with their boss in his arms, he’d leaped out with such grace and precision.

Who would have known he was injured?

“No vital hits, but he’s lost a lot of blood. These back wounds are nasty; they need. attention. We’ll take care of it back at the Polaris Star.”

Noelle breathed a sigh of relief, her gaze lingering on the unconscious Palmer.

Why hadn’t he mentioned a word about his injury?

The scent of blood was overpowering, and Palmer had masked his pain all too well in front of her. She had suspected his injuries but never imagined they were this severe.

about the extent of his wounds, she would never have let him jump

headed to South Flora

was icy and revealing

Westwood Mercenary Corps won’t be out anymore. She claimed:

Do we handle it ourselves or get in touch with the Schnabel

tomorrow to the news

Star had enough corporate firepower to bankrupt the Gruber family, and with enough enemies waiting in the wings, others would

a secure number from across the ocean.

black tower, Xavier was in the midst of feeding a few unlucky souls to the

ferocious look into an obsequious one, “Noella, hey.

Corp will be done. My people can’t make it to Lockhart

favor? No problem at all, my dear. I’ll take care of it! Did they

did,” Noella replied coolly.

how it goes!” After hanging up, Xavier gestured nonchalantly, and the remaining captives

guys were with Westwood too, and I’ll snap a photo for Noella,” he said to himself. Noella,

Get the Gruber

“Will do!”

Ivan deposited Palmer in Noella’s

around for when he wakes up and goes ballistic. See ya,

“Yeah, we heard from the Abyssal Organization that Vocalist is a real clean freak. Best

take care of his wounds by herself. We’ve

left her alone with Palmer. She sighed, contemplating

cheeky brats would get too big for their boots!

beneath. His body bore so many scars, old and

shirt away, but her hand was suddenly caught in Palmer’s firm

eyes were almost threatening to engulf her as he cracked open, “Are you taking advantage of me while I’m down?”

she replied, “you’re hurt.”

commanding, yet his eyes were

to bankrupt the Gruber

that what