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.

A bastard child like you wants to claim me as a father? Our Pollack family isn’t open to just

aside. “Who are you? I’ve never been in touch with you. I have only one daughter, and she

spoke, she shot Larson a fierce look. It

must have been his mess outside that hadn’t been dealt with,

their doorstep!

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

frowned. “Your mother is our housekeeper, not

How could it be

had instructed her to make contact, she was called Madam.

Larson gestured to a man covered in dirt, addressing

had been tending to the garden and was still

secretary, Luther that’s

Yvonne. “Yvonne, is it? I’m your n mom! This is your dad, and

also grabbed the dazed Briony. “Right, being together as

Briony was stunned!

when Belinda spoke of her father’s prestigious status, she

dad? Then why is this woman Yvonne also

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

like a circus!

doorstep, registered under his name. Since he didn’t have to pay for them, and they weren’t his own, Luther didn’t

bodyguard, her mother a housekeeper, Briony’s future seemed

over his shoulder and dragged

had hidden to gauge Larson’s reaction to Briony, had

with apology. “Terribly sorry, folks. The kids of our housekeeper and bodyguard have made quite the scene,

face flushing red–whether from anger or embarrassment, it was hard to

moved from guest to quest, raising his glass in toast, until he finally reached Palmer. “Palmer, we’re family after all, and blood’s thicker than