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 father? Our Pollack family isn’t open to just

you. I have only one daughter, and she certainly doesn’t Took

spoke, she shot Larson a fierce look.

mess outside that hadn’t been dealt with,

their doorstep!

a message as she pleaded.

message and frowned. “Your

it be

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

to a man covered in dirt, addressing Briony.

had been tending to the garden and was

secretary, Luther that’s

n mom! This is your dad, and now our family can finally be whole. Apologize to Larson

dazed Briony. “Right, being together as

Briony was stunned!

she meant Larson’s secretary? What kind of prestige was that?

Then why is this woman Yvonne also your child?”

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

like a circus!

the 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 weren’t his own, Luther didn’t care if there was one

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

and dragged Yvonne away, disappearing

had

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

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

raising his glass in toast, until he finally reached 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 your manners!”