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.

claim me as a father? Our

Yvonne aside. “Who are you? I’ve never been in touch with you. I have

she shot Larson a fierce look. It

that hadn’t been dealt with, bringing all this riff–raff

their doorstep!

pointing to a message as she pleaded. “Mom, you asked me

the message and frowned. “Your mother is

could it be the housekeeper!

Queenie had instructed her to make contact, she was called Madam. Since when did

a man covered in dirt,

the garden and was

secretary, Luther that’s

your dad, and now our family can finally be whole. Apologize to Larson

Briony. “Right, being together as a family is what matters most.”

Briony was stunned!

spoke of her father’s prestigious status, she meant Larson’s secretary?

Then why is this woman Yvonne also your

sly cunning. “What’s the issue? Your mother’s children are mine as

like a

children Larson 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, and they

siblings and realizing her father was just a bodyguard, her mother a housekeeper, Briony’s future seemed bleaker than

dragged Yvonne away, disappearing from the hall

Briony, had already silpped away unnoticed at the first sign of trouble.

housekeeper and bodyguard have made quite the scene, apoiling your fun.

champagne, his face flushing red–whether from anger or embarrassment, it was hard to tell.

Palmer. “Palmer, we’re family after all, and blood’s thicker than water. You can’t side with strangers over your uncle, can you? Lately, every time I call, you’re busy with Ms. Schnabel, neglecting