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

really going to arrange

fall for her 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 fella seems to be Ms.

the Noella from the Schnabel family was brought up by

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

make

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

into high society was about to

arrangements to ensure Eamon’s

“Eamon?”

was Larson’s own brother. Was he

shot went awry.

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

Larson were enough to terrify her to the core, but the

antique shop, Megrez looked up from a pile of

Mr. Pollack, Larson has sent someone after Eamon,

slightly. “Is he okay?”

of his won’t be

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

“You arranged protection

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

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

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

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

course, it’s for the Schnabel family, nothing

words, Palmer 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

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

weren’t for the Obelisk Organization’s preemptive control at the hospital, the news

one hefty load of

her. “You didn’t arrange for someone to handle

they plan is just a dying animal’s last fight

slid off his watch, and handed it to Noella. “Would you mind keeping this safe?

Eamon had crossed a line they

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

I

expect he would also consider the Schnabel family’s part in all

feel free to use the members of the Obelisk

their actions.”

care of

lay on the bed, glaring at the wound on his leg,

amputation was inevitable. Without his leg, his future was

my leg, I

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

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

gun spoke with an icy tone, eyes brimming with lethal intent

I’ve got a life

razen?

his own hit on Noella

was a wolf in sheep’s clothing! They should never have allowed him to grow up

uncover the truth about your mother. You can’t kill me!”

and pulled the trigger

kill you. It wasn’t me who

riddled with bleeding wounds, the

beneath his polished shoes, approached the

against death. “Back then, you watched my mother die like this. Feeling all the from one’s body is indeed a fitting end. I won’t let you die

blood drain

the whispers of a demon,