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 a father? Our

shoved Yvonne aside. “Who are you? I’ve never been in touch with you. I have only one daughter, and she certainly doesn’t

she shot Larson a fierce

must have been his mess outside that hadn’t been

their doorstep!

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

the message and frowned. “Your

could it be the

she was called Madam. Since when did one refer to

man covered in dirt, addressing Briony. Our

been tending to the garden and was still wearing

secretary, Luther that’s

is it? I’m your n mom! This is your dad, and now our family can finally be whole. Apologize to Larson and his

grabbed the dazed Briony. “Right, being together as a family is what matters

Briony was stunned!

she meant Larson’s

Then why is this woman Yvonne

children are mine as well. You’ve

like a

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

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

his shoulder and dragged Yvonne away,

had hidden to gauge Larson’s reaction to Briony, had already silpped away unnoticed

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

the champagne, his face flushing red–whether from

we’re family after all, and blood’s thicker than water. You can’t side with strangers

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