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.

you wants to claim me as a father? Our Pollack family isn’t open to just

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

shot Larson a

must have been his mess outside that hadn’t been dealt with, bringing all this

their doorstep!

to a message as she pleaded. “Mom, you asked me to come find you here at the

wife glanced at the message and frowned. “Your mother is our housekeeper,

How could it

was called Madam.

wave of disgust, Larson gestured to a man covered in dirt, addressing Briony.

had been tending to the garden and

secretary, Luther that’s

grabbing Yvonne. “Yvonne, is it? I’m your n mom! This is your dad, and now

being together

Briony was stunned!

father’s prestigious status, she

my dad? Then why is this woman

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

like a

registered under his name. Since he didn’t have to pay for them, and

mother a housekeeper, Briony’s future seemed bleaker than Noella’s farming family–an overwhelming thought that caused

his shoulder and dragged Yvonne away, disappearing from the hall

had hidden to gauge Larson’s reaction to Briony, had already silpped away unnoticed at the first sign of trouble.

housekeeper and

flushing red–whether from anger or embarrassment, it was hard to

guest to quest, 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