The Killer Queen by Noella Briony

Chapter 229

she’s not okay

we have a child?”

He clearly didn’t buy what Belinda was selling. After so many years apart, to drop a bombshell like this upon their reunion–anyone would have trouble swallowing that Especially a bombshell about a child, Larson grew even more cautious.

If Belinda really had his child, why would she have mamed someone else?

Larson didn’t care who Belinda was with in all these years, he’d never been short of female company Women were dime a dozen for him

With a pitiful gaze, Belinda looked at Larson. “Back then, I kept it all from you”

Wiping away tears, she recited the words she had long since prepared. I didn’t know I was pregnant. I only found out after getting mamed, but when I counted the days the child wasn’t Vincent’s! I was terified, too scared to even come to you. Then I gave birth, and someone threatened to tell Vincent the child wasn’t his if I brought her home! I was so scared, so I raised our daughter as the nanny’s niece. You can take Brony’s hair for a patemity test if you don’t believe me, I’m not lying.”

Larson frowned, bombarding her with questions, not missing a beat as he watched Belinda answer.

“So, you’re saying, you and I have a daughter, and now she’s about to go to jail?”

“Um… Brony found out Vincent was involved in some deals that conflicted with you. She wanted to do something for you, even though you didn’t know she existed. Our kid is just too naive, I couldn’t bear to see her good intentions go to waste, that’s why I came to you!” Belinda sobbed through her story, the epitome of heartbreak and despair. She handed Larson the documents she had prepared. They were contracts from Vincent, several indeed conflicting with Larson’s interests, potentially harming him.

“So, Briony got into this mess trying to help me?” Larson asked, his eyebrows knitting together.

Belinda nodded through her tears

“Well, that’s some dedication from the kid! I’ll arrange the paternity test. And if you’re lying, you know the consequences!”

Belinda shuddered under Larson’s menacing gaze.

Once she left, Larson’s expression changed.

His secretary approached “Larson, are you really going to arrange a paternity test?”

sob story? Do I look like I’m in need of a child? Even if she is my blood, what of it? But this Vincent

that the Noella from the Schnabel family was brought up

interest was piqued. “No need for the test, but not just any riffraff can claim to be my child! Let’s put her in your name, pretend she’s yours. Who knows, this girl who came knocking might just surprise me one day!”

I make the arrangements.”

uncommon in the Pollack family, the secretary had more than a dozen kids under his name. One more

of elevating her daughter into high society was about

glanced at his secretary. “Make arrangements to ensure Eamon’s departure

“Eamon?”

he

not my fault. Palmer’s shot went awry. If he had finished the job, I wouldn’t need to

would be attributed to

Belinda’s legs were trembling. Those few glances from Larson were enough to terrify her to the core, but the thought of Briony becoming

the antique shop, Megrez looked up

after Eamon, just

slightly. “Is he okay?”

alive, but that leg of his won’t be the same after Mr. Pollack’s shot.”

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Chapter 229

as he was alive, that was enough

arranged protection for

it twisted.” Noella casually brushed a strand of hair from her face, clarifying, “I’m no saint, and I won’t forgive

digging would reveal Larson and Eamon had just attempted to harm Noella. With Noella unscathed and Eamon in the hospital, if was clear something was amiss.

significantly affect the Schnabels, given Marcel’s unique position, Noella didn’t want any dirt

are you helping the Schnabel

course, it’s for the Schnabel family, nothing to do with you.”

couldn’t help

her decision was initially for the sake of the Schnabel family, perhaps deep down, there was a part of her doing it

‘Boss, this Larson guy is downright dirty, planning to off his own brother and then pin it on

at the hospital, the

hefty load of

beside her. “You didn’t