The Killer Queen by Noella Briony

Chapter 237

Chapter 237

Yvonne delivered a series of swift, sharp slaps, leaving Briony reeling under the force of each blow.

Fresh from surgery, Briony’s body was still frail, and it was only her thirst for the glitz and glamour that propped her up; otherwise, she wouldn’t have even been able to stand.

But now, struck down, she collapsed to the floor, clinging to Larson’s leg.

“Daddy, It’s me, Briony, your own flesh and blood! You can’t possibly disown me, can you?”

Yvonne, not to be outdone, rushed forward and clasped Larson’s wife’s hand, trying to squeeze out a few tears to appear as pitiful as possible.

“Mom, it’s Yvonne Remember? You called me and asked me to come find you here.”

Beckett with a hint of mischief, tugged Noella back a step. “Let’s hang back; the view’s better for the show.”

Suppressing a giggle, Noella gently tugged Palmer’s sleeve, bringing him to the safety zone as well.

Palmer responded by slipping his hand into Noella’s, their fingers intertwining secretly.

The other guests shared the same sentiment- this was a spectacle not to be missed.

If these girls truly were Larson’s and his wife’s daughters, intervening would mean crossing the Pollack family, and no one wanted to risk that. If not, it wasn’t their place to sort out the mess. Either way, it wasn’t their reputation on the line.

A muffled chuckle spread among the crowd. “Larson’s got so many kids, what’s two more?”

“True, but these two aren’t exactly lookers. If he took them in, he’d be the talk of the town, and not in a good way. These girls would be a real hand–me–down.”

With the whispers and crass words buzzing around, Larson felt his head spinning. He glared at Belinda hiding in the back, then kicked Briony away from his feet.

child like you wants to claim me as a father? Our Pollack family isn’t open to just any Tom,

touch with you. I have only one daughter, and

spoke, she shot Larson a

been his mess outside that hadn’t been dealt

their doorstep!

message as she

glanced at the message and frowned. “Your mother is our housekeeper,

How could it be the housekeeper!

she was called Madam. Since when did one

in dirt, addressing Briony. Our bodyguard, also my s your real dad!”

to the garden and was still wearing his gardening

secretary, Luther that’s

Queenie approached, grabbing Yvonne. “Yvonne, is it? I’m your n mom! This is your

grabbed the dazed Briony. “Right, being together as a family

Briony was stunned!

prestigious status, she meant Larson’s secretary? What kind of prestige

is this woman

the issue? Your mother’s children are mine as well. You’ve got eight brothers and seven sisters waiting for you at

party? More like a circus!

had fathered but refused to acknowledge. They were conveniently dumped at Luther’s doorstep, registered under his name. Since he didn’t have to pay for them,

her father was just a bodyguard, her mother a housekeeper, Briony’s future seemed bleaker than Noella’s farming family–an overwhelming thought that caused her to

over his shoulder and dragged Yvonne away, disappearing from the

to gauge Larson’s reaction to Briony, had already silpped away

and

from

than water. You

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