The Killer Queen by Noella Briony

Chapter 230

Pal Palmer Do you even realize what you’re doing? I’m your uricle! Your dad wouldn’t dare point a gun at me like this!”

Eamon’s forehead was drenched in sweat, his jowls quivering with fear, and the wound on his leg oozed fresh blood due to his frantic

movements.

Palmer sneered. “Uncle? You flatter yourself. Keeping you alive this long was my mistake.”

It was now clear that there were other ways to dig into the secrets he was after. He didn’t spare these worms so they could lay a finger on his fiancés.

Eamon shuffled backward awkwardly, his muscles twitching uncontrollably. “How dare you try to hurt me? I want to see Sexton! He won’t let you get away with this!”

Palmer just smiled. “I was planning to take you all out, but since I’m not the only one after you, it seems I can let someone else take the fall for this mess”

Eamon shuddered.

What did Palmer mean by that? There were others out to get him too?

“Getting on in years, Uncle? Not hearing as well? Did you miss the gunshots just then?”

Recalling the earlier commotion outside the hospital room, Eamon realized someone else was indeed seizing the moment to end his life!

“Who is it? Who wants me dead!”

Palmer cocked his revolver and fired, the bullet piercing Eamon’s other leg, blood splattening!

“You ought to have an idea, Uncle.”

He spoke casually as if discussing trivial matters, his gun discharging several more rounds

Eamon let out a gut–wrenching roar. “Ah! Palmer! I’ll haunt you even in death!”

His mouth issued threats, but his heart was flooded with terror.

With all the commotion and none of his bodyguards rushing in, Eamon knew Pa

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.

she left, Larson’s expression

approached “Larson, are you really going to arrange a

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

from the Schnabel family was brought up by

child! Let’s put her in your

I make

family, the secretary had more than a dozen kids under his name. One more wouldn’t make a

daughter into high society was about to shatter!

arrangements to ensure Eamon’s departure is

“Eamon?”

he really going to

seemingly in pain. “It’s not my fault. Palmer’s shot went awry. If he had finished the job, I wouldn’t

clear- Eamon’s demise would be attributed to Palmer’s failed

glances from Larson were enough to terrify her to the core, but the thought of Briony becoming a genuine Ms. Pollack spurred her on

the antique shop, Megrez looked up from a pile of

has sent someone after Eamon, just as you predicted. Our guys intercepted

slightly. “Is he okay?”

but that leg of his won’t be the same after Mr.

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was indifferent to Eamon’s potential disability, as long as he was alive, that was enough for her.

was surprised. “You arranged protection for

from her face, clarifying, “I’m no saint, and I won’t forgive those who cross me. It’s just that

harm Noella. With Noella

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

are you helping the Schnabel family or… me?”

course, it’s for the Schnabel family,

words, Palmer couldn’t help but smile.

if her decision was initially for the sake of the Schnabel family, perhaps deep

his screen. ‘Boss, this Larson guy is downright dirty, planning to off his

Organization’s preemptive control at the hospital, the news

one hefty load of trouble!

her. “You didn’t arrange for someone

dying animal’s last fight to me, insignificant

it to Noella. “Would you mind keeping this

him, Larson and Eamon had crossed

as those with ill intentions are gone, no

I

consider the Schnabel family’s part in all of this, feeling a sudden warmth in

free to use the members of the

their actions.”

free time to take care of a couple of people. I’ll

one of the private rooms at the Pollack Group’s hospital wing, Eamon lay on the

that amputation was inevitable. Without his leg, his future

lose my leg, I swear he’ll pay

yelled several times, but there was no response came from the medical

his breath, Eamon struggled off the bed and as he opened the door, he was met with the business end of

behind the gun spoke with an icy tone, eyes

a life that needs

razen?

his own hit on Noella foiled, Eamon realized too

in sheep’s clothing! They should never

to uncover the truth about

arm and pulled

kill you. It wasn’t

wounds, the floor a gory

unbothered by the blood beneath his polished shoes, approached the desperate

mother die like this. Feeling all the

blood drain

bloodlust on Palmer’s face was like the whispers of a demon, echoing in