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

been in touch with you. I have only one daughter, and she certainly doesn’t Took anything

Larson a fierce

his mess outside that hadn’t been dealt with, bringing all this riff–raff to

their doorstep!

her phone, pointing to a message as she pleaded. “Mom, you asked me to come find you here

glanced at the message and frowned. “Your

could it be the

had instructed her to make contact, she was called Madam. Since when did one refer to a

to a man covered in dirt, addressing Briony. Our bodyguard, also my s your real dad!”

to the garden and was still wearing his

secretary, Luther that’s

I’m your n mom! This is your dad, and now our family

the dazed Briony. “Right, being together

Briony was stunned!

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

is this woman Yvonne also your child?”

a simple man’s smile masking a sly cunning. “What’s the issue? Your mother’s children are mine as well.

like a

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

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

dragged

had already

and bodyguard have made quite the scene,

from anger or embarrassment, it was hard to

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,