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.

Larson’s expression changed.

secretary approached “Larson, are you really going

you think I’d fall for her sob story? Do I look like I’m in need of a child? Even if she is my blood, what

that the Noella from the Schnabel family was

my child! Let’s put her in your name, pretend she’s yours. Who knows, this girl who came knocking might just

make the arrangements.”

maneuvers weren’t uncommon in the Pollack family, the secretary had more than a dozen kids under his name.

daughter into high society

secretary. “Make arrangements to ensure Eamon’s departure is

“Eamon?”

own brother. Was he

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

would be attributed to Palmer’s

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

the antique shop, Megrez looked up from a

Larson has sent someone after Eamon, just as

slightly. “Is he

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

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as he was alive, that

surprised. “You arranged protection for

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

had just attempted to harm Noella. With Noella unscathed

Marcel’s unique position, Noella didn’t want any dirt

moved. “So, are you helping the Schnabel

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

words, Palmer couldn’t help but smile.

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

the message popping up on his screen. ‘Boss, this Larson guy is downright dirty, planning to off his own

the Obelisk Organization’s preemptive control at the hospital, the

load

settled on Palmer, standing beside her. “You didn’t arrange for someone to

Whatever they plan is just a dying

handed it to Noella. “Would you

Larson and Eamon had crossed a line they shouldn’t have!

those with ill intentions are gone,

I

part in all of this, feeling a sudden warmth in her

members of the Obelisk Organization at the hospital.

their actions.”

to take care of a couple of people. I’ll be back

wing, Eamon lay on the bed,

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

Palmer, if I lose my leg, I

several times, but there was no response came from

as he opened the door, he was

gun spoke with an

I’ve got a life that

razen?

hit on Noella

sheep’s clothing! They should never have

uncover the

and

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

riddled with bleeding wounds, the floor a

polished shoes, approached the desperate Eamon like a

the from one’s body is indeed a fitting end. I won’t let

blood drain

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