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

really going to arrange a paternity

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

the Noella from the Schnabel family was brought up

to be my child! Let’s put her in your name, pretend she’s yours.

I make the

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

into high society

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

“Eamon?”

he really going

shot went awry. If he had finished the job,

would

legs were trembling. Those few glances from Larson were enough to terrify her to the core, but the

antique shop, Megrez looked up from a pile of

sent someone after Eamon, just

slightly. “Is he

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

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disability, as long as he

surprised. “You arranged protection for him?”

get it twisted.” Noella casually brushed a strand of hair from her face, clarifying, “I’m no saint, and I won’t forgive those who cross me.

and Eamon had just attempted to harm Noella. With Noella unscathed and Eamon in the hospital, if

the Schnabels, given Marcel’s unique position, Noella

seemed moved. “So, are you helping

for the Schnabel family, nothing to do

words, Palmer couldn’t help but

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

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

Organization’s preemptive control at the hospital, the news would probably be out by now.

one hefty load of

her. “You didn’t arrange for

is just a dying animal’s last

composedly slid off his watch, and handed it to Noella. “Would

had crossed a

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

I

Schnabel family’s part in all of

the Obelisk Organization at

their actions.”

“Thanks, Noella. I’m just using this free time to take care of a couple of people. I’ll be back very

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

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

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

was no response came from the medical staff

bed and as he opened the door, he was met with the business end of

an icy

a life that needs settling

razen?

with his own hit on Noella foiled, Eamon realized

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

to uncover the truth about your mother. You can’t

and pulled

to kill you. It wasn’t me who harmed you,

was riddled with bleeding wounds, the floor a

shoes, approached the desperate Eamon like a sovereign of the

and his 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 won’t let you

blood drain

whispers of a demon, echoing in Eamon’s ears.