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 changed.

approached “Larson, are you really going to

“Idiot, 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,

Noella from the Schnabel

Larson’s interest 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 yours.

make

than a dozen

her daughter into high society

secretary. “Make arrangements to

“Eamon?”

he really going

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

demise would be attributed to

out of Larson’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 becoming a genuine Ms. Pollack

at the antique shop, Megrez looked up from a pile of data,

Larson has sent someone after Eamon, just as

nodded slightly. “Is he

his won’t be the same after Mr. Pollack’s

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as long as he was

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

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

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

“So, are you helping the Schnabel

for the Schnabel family, nothing to do with

Palmer couldn’t

the Schnabel family, perhaps

‘Boss, this Larson guy is downright dirty, planning to off his own brother and then pin it on Mr. Pollack and your folks. That’s just low!”

the hospital, the news would probably be out

load of

“You

plan is just a dying animal’s last fight

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

Larson and Eamon had crossed a line they

are gone, no dirt

I

Schnabel family’s part in all of this, feeling a sudden

to use the members of the Obelisk Organization at the hospital. Just make sure they’re well–compensated

their actions.”

Noella. I’m just using this free time to take care of a couple of people. I’ll be back very quickly. Just wart

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

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

I lose my leg, I swear

several times, but there was no response came from

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

behind the gun spoke with an icy tone, eyes brimming

got a life that needs settling too!”

razen?

his own hit on Noella foiled,

should never have allowed him

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

arm and pulled the trigger without hesitation.

It wasn’t me

riddled with bleeding wounds, the floor

beneath his polished shoes, approached the

watched my mother die like this. Feeling all the from one’s body is indeed a fitting end. I won’t let you die so easily, Uncle Eamon.

blood drain

was like the whispers of a demon, echoing in