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

really going to

of a child? Even if

meant that the Noella from the Schnabel family was

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!”

make

maneuvers weren’t uncommon in the Pollack family, the secretary had more than

into high society was about to shatter!

arrangements to ensure Eamon’s departure is

“Eamon?”

was Larson’s own brother. Was he really going

Palmer’s shot went awry. If he had finished

would be attributed

to terrify her to the

Megrez looked up from a pile of

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

“Is he

of his won’t be the

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as he was alive,

surprised. “You arranged

and I won’t forgive those who cross

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

position, Noella didn’t want any dirt

moved. “So, are you helping the Schnabel family

it’s for the Schnabel family, nothing to do

words, Palmer couldn’t help but

decision was initially for the sake of the Schnabel family, perhaps deep down, there

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

Organization’s preemptive control at the hospital, the news would probably be

load

standing beside her. “You

they plan is just a dying animal’s

handed it to Noella. “Would you mind keeping this safe? I’ll

and Eamon had crossed a line they

with ill intentions are gone, no dirt will fall. I’ll protect the Schnabel

I

consider the Schnabel family’s part in all of

the members of the Obelisk Organization

their actions.”

just using this free time to take care of a couple

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

was beyond saving and that amputation was inevitable. Without his leg, his future

that Palmer, if I lose my leg, I

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 a

with an

got a life that needs settling

razen?

own hit on Noella foiled,

a wolf in sheep’s clothing! They should never have

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

and

won’t be the one to kill you. It wasn’t me who harmed you, was

bleeding wounds,

approached the desperate Eamon like a sovereign of

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

blood drain

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