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.

claim me as

you? I’ve never been in touch with you. I

she shot Larson a fierce look.

outside that hadn’t been

their doorstep!

verge of tears, pulled out her phone, pointing to a message as she pleaded. “Mom, you

and frowned. “Your mother is our housekeeper,

it

make contact, she was called Madam. Since when did

to a man covered in dirt, addressing

been tending to the garden and was still wearing his

secretary, Luther that’s

Queenie approached, grabbing Yvonne. “Yvonne, is it? I’m your n mom! This is your dad, and now our family can finally

“Right, being together as a family

Briony was stunned!

father’s prestigious status, she meant Larson’s secretary?

this woman Yvonne

masking a sly cunning. “What’s the issue? Your mother’s children are mine as well. You’ve got eight brothers and seven sisters waiting for

More like a

name. Since he didn’t have to pay for them, and they weren’t his own, Luther didn’t care if there was

about the myriad siblings and realizing her father was just a bodyguard, her mother a housekeeper, Briony’s future seemed bleaker than Noella’s farming

dragged Yvonne away,

to Briony, had

laced with apology. “Terribly sorry, folks. The kids of our housekeeper and bodyguard have made quite the scene, apoiling your fun. I take the hit for this–three drinks on mel

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

and blood’s thicker than water. You can’t side

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