The Killer Queen by Noella Briony

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.

as a

been in touch with you. I have only one daughter, and she certainly

she shot Larson a fierce look.

have been his mess outside that hadn’t

their doorstep!

of tears, pulled out her phone, pointing to a message as she pleaded. “Mom, you asked me to come find

message and frowned. “Your mother is our

How could it

make contact, she was called Madam. Since when did one refer to a housekeeper as

disgust, Larson gestured to a man covered in dirt,

the garden and was still wearing

secretary, Luther that’s

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

the dazed Briony. “Right, being together as a

Briony was stunned!

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

dad? Then why is this woman Yvonne also your child?”

mine as well. You’ve got eight brothers and seven sisters waiting

More like

all the children Larson had fathered but refused to acknowledge. They were conveniently dumped at Luther’s doorstep, registered under his name. Since

just a bodyguard, her mother a housekeeper, Briony’s future seemed bleaker than Noella’s farming

Briony over his shoulder and dragged Yvonne away, disappearing

gauge Larson’s reaction to Briony, had already silpped away unnoticed at the first

kids of our housekeeper and bodyguard have made quite the scene, apoiling your fun. I take the hit for this–three drinks on

the champagne, his face flushing red–whether from anger or embarrassment,

blood’s thicker than water. You