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.

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

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

spoke, she shot Larson a fierce look. It

his mess outside that hadn’t been

their doorstep!

phone, pointing to a message as she pleaded.

wife glanced at the message and frowned. “Your

it be the

Madam. Since when did one refer to a housekeeper as madam?

wave of disgust, Larson gestured to a man covered in dirt, addressing Briony. Our bodyguard, also my

garden and was

secretary, Luther that’s

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

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

Briony was stunned!

status, she meant Larson’s secretary? What kind of

is this woman Yvonne also

mine as well. You’ve got eight brothers and seven sisters waiting for you at home–quite the

like a circus!

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

mother a housekeeper, Briony’s future

his shoulder and dragged Yvonne

had already silpped away unnoticed at

tumed to the crowd, his voice laced with apology. “Terribly sorry, folks. The kids of our housekeeper and

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

than water.

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