The Killer Queen by Noella Briony

Chapter 236

Yvonne made her way across the room towards the woman chatting animatedly beside Larson

Meanwhile, tucked away in a corner, Belinda supported Briony, who was struggling to stand. Having undergone surgery just the day before, Briony was drained of strength her complexion ashen.

“Mons, who is my father, really?”

The quests at the Pollack family soiree represented a blend of affluence and Influence. The dazzling array of luxurious gowns was enough to make Briony’s head spin! Above all, there was Larson in the spotlight, donning a bespoke suit – a privilege that money alone couldn’t buy

Vincent had once coveted a suit from that designer, only to be turned away after a humiliating wealth check. The brand had stuck in Briony’s memory following Vincent’s rant at home.

“Oh, Brony, just you wait and see, your father’s identity is bound to knock your socks offi

Her heart pounding, Briony wondered, could Larson be her father?

The Pollack family- a name synonymous with wealth. Vincent’s entire fortune wouldn’t come close to being a fraction of their wealth. Rumor had it that the Pollack children’s monthly allowances started in the millions.

If Larson was her biological father, a life of luxury awaited her And Milford, whom she once thought out of her league, along with all the men at the gala, could be within her reach.

Belinda held Briony steady. “We can’t afford to offend any guests here. Let’s wait for your father to come to us.

Briony nodded absent–mindedly, her gaze catching a familiar figure entering the room.

Her pupils dilated, voice quivering. “Mom, isn’t that Noella?

Belinda followed her daughter’s gaze.

The girl in a pale blue gown seemed like a woodland fairy, her skin radiant. The gown flowed in delicate layers, accented with subtle pattems, and trailed behind her as she entered, flanked by two men who released the hem of her dress to the floor.

linking arms with Palmer and Beckett as they made their entrance, instantly

flared, especially considering the men beside Noella- one wearing a tie to match her dress, and the other in

with two men at

Belinda was unsure.

eyes filled with resentment and bitterness, especially when Larson personally greeted them, chatting amicably with the

demeanor indicated the man must

it any longer, Briony tugged on Belinda’s arm, making

smiling in response. He remembered that Palmer didn’t like light–colored suits. Now, willing to wear light colors to match his fiancée’s outfit, it was clear that the idea of taking action against Ms.

approach was a bit rushed, but Larson believed that if given

was years ago.

expression became even more intriguing.

niece–in–law? She’s stunning – truly a Schnabel through and through. Mr. Schnabel, you’re quite the young achiever Us old–timers are

“Indeed, some more

you recognize me as a Schnabel. I was worried you might

may be aging, but he’s

Larson an apologetic look. “Sorry about that, Larson, Noella’s been a bit spoiled by us. She shouldn’t talk that way. The Pallack family wouldn’t forget a Schnabel, right? Noella, you should be more careful with your words. If no one recognizes a Schnabel daughter, it would

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7 got it”

banter was laden with hidden meanings, suggesting more to their words than met

twitched at the edges: the Schnabels were more protective of their recently reclaimed daughter

girl,” he thought, “The Schnabels can’t be

daughter about your age. Perhaps you could meet her, and who knows, the Pollack

promising, although I wonder which daughter

it was an open secret that Larson had a string of illegitimate children, with

away overseas. This was a stain on the Pollack family’s otherwise pristine reputation.