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.

left, Larson’s expression changed.

are you really going to

child? Even if she is my blood, what of it?

the Noella from the Schnabel family was brought up by Belindal

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

make

had more than a dozen kids under his name. One more wouldn’t make a difference.

into high

at his secretary. “Make arrangements to ensure

“Eamon?”

Was he really going

not my fault. Palmer’s shot went awry. If he had finished the job,

implication was clear- Eamon’s demise would be attributed to Palmer’s failed shot.

were enough to terrify her to

the antique shop, Megrez looked up from a pile of data,

Pollack, Larson has sent someone after Eamon, just

“Is

of his won’t

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

surprised. “You arranged protection

clarifying, “I’m no saint, and I won’t forgive those who cross me. It’s just that Larson targeting Eamon

would reveal Larson and Eamon had just attempted to harm Noella. With Noella unscathed

given Marcel’s unique position, Noella didn’t want any dirt on the family’s name.

seemed moved. “So, are you helping the Schnabel family

it’s for the Schnabel family,

Palmer couldn’t help

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

guy is downright dirty, planning to off

the hospital,

one hefty load

“You didn’t arrange for someone to handle

Whatever they plan is just a dying animal’s last fight to

stood up, composedly slid off his watch, and handed it to

had crossed a line they

are gone, no dirt will fall. I’ll protect the

I

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

of the

their actions.”

of a couple of people. I’ll be back

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

doctor had told him his leg was beyond saving and that amputation was inevitable. Without his leg, his future was as good

that Palmer, if I lose my leg, I swear he’ll pay with

there was no response came from the medical staff outside.

off the bed and as he opened the door, he was met with

an icy tone, eyes brimming with lethal

I’ve got a life

razen?

Noella foiled, Eamon realized too

sheep’s clothing! They should never have allowed him to grow

you can’t kill me. You still need to uncover the truth about your mother. You can’t kill

at Eamon’s arm and pulled the trigger without

to kill you. It wasn’t me who harmed you, was it?”

wounds, the floor a gory mess

by the blood beneath his polished shoes, approached the desperate Eamon like a sovereign of the

struggle against death. “Back then, you watched my mother die like this. Feeling all the from one’s body is indeed a fitting end. I

blood drain

was like the whispers of a demon, echoing in Eamon’s ears. He was here for revenge–for the