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.

“Larson, are you really going to arrange

“Idiot, you think I’d fall for her sob story? Do I look like I’m in need of a child?

Noella from the Schnabel family was brought up

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

make the

more than a

daughter into

arrangements to

“Eamon?”

was Larson’s own brother. Was he really

fault. Palmer’s shot went awry. If he had finished the job, I wouldn’t need to

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

few glances from Larson were enough to terrify her

antique shop, Megrez looked up from a pile of

has sent someone after Eamon, just as you predicted. Our guys

nodded slightly. “Is

that leg of his won’t be the same after Mr.

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

surprised. “You arranged

I won’t forgive those who cross me. It’s just that Larson targeting Eamon now will likely splash back

just attempted to harm Noella. With

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

are you helping

Schnabel family, nothing

her words, Palmer couldn’t

the Schnabel family, perhaps deep down, there was

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

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

one hefty load of

“You didn’t arrange for someone

is just a dying animal’s last fight to me, insignificant

watch, and handed it to Noella. “Would you

Eamon had crossed a line they shouldn’t have!

ill intentions are gone, no dirt

I

also consider the Schnabel family’s part in all

the members of the

their actions.”

care of

rooms at the Pollack Group’s hospital wing, Eamon lay on the bed,

and that amputation was inevitable.

I lose my leg,

was no response

off the bed and as he opened the door, he was met with the business end of a gun!

gun spoke with an icy tone, eyes brimming with

got a life that needs settling

razen?

with his own hit on Noella foiled, Eamon

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

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

arm and pulled

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

bleeding wounds, the floor a

unbothered by the blood beneath his polished shoes, approached the desperate Eamon like

all the from one’s

blood drain

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