The Killer Queen by Noella Briony

Chapter 238

Larson’s reputation was severely tarnished, and he held the party just to turn the tables.

He had meticulously laid a trap throughout his sprawling estate, waiting for the moment Palmer would fall from grace and be absolutely

staying

“Palmer, didn’t your old man ever teach you that you need hard evidence in everything you do? I’m just as heartbroken over Eamon’s accident as anyone. Today’s gala is to clear the air, I had nothing to do with his tragedy!”

Larson’s voice boomed across the room, his arms raised high to ensure everyone heard his declaration

“You’re saying Uncle Eamon’s fall from grace has nothing to do with you. Then who’s it tied to? Palmer’s question was the cue Larson had been waiting for

“Who else would benefit from our dear Eamon’s downfall? Surely, you’ve got a clearer picture than I do, Palmer?”

Palmer chuckled nonchalantly, “Actually, I brought a surprise for you, Uncle Larson. I’m sure you’ll appreciate it”

“A surprise?” Larson was confused.

The grand screen in the banquet hall showcased Larson’s rise to power. To ensure his innocence and influence on all the participants, he even played a clip of Larson shaking hands with a former head of state.

With a clap from Palmer, the video on the screen shifted from Larson hobnobbing with military bigwigs to Eamon, who was covered with blood.

A collective gasp rose from the audience. They were clearly shocked by the gruesome sight of Eamon. Eamon was lying in a pool of blood, his eyes bulging and face pale, and muttering a haunting phrase over and over, “Larson, I’ve been nothing but good to you! Why would you do this to me? Trying to frame Palmer with my death–ha! nl be waiting for you in the hell!”

Eamon’s bitter and resentful words echoed throughout the hall,

A voice piped up next to Noella. “Yikes, that video is seriously creepy.”

All Eamon left was that sentence, while the video just looped inside the hall. That, coupled with Eamon’s enraged expression, was indeed hard to stomach.

Noella tumed to see Malvina, stuffing a cream–filled pastry into her mouth with little concern for decorum.

you get in here?” she asked.

grabbing something

casual hoodie and jeans topped with sneakers – hardly gala attire. And above all, it was a wonder she got

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manage that?” Noella

now engrossed in the video, “Ran into Dr.

lack of formal wear, his black trench coat exuding a scholarly

to a conclusion, “Looks like someone wanted to torture him and make him bleed out. What a

ulna, distal radial joint, and the humerus have more than one gunshot wound, but none of them critical. Larson is a good shot,” he added.

a state of panic. He scrambled to shut off the video, but the damage was done. The quests‘ gazes had changed. What was this gala really about? Flaunting the murder of his own brother and pinning it on Palmer?

intimidate us? Like we’re going to end up like that if

shots at his own kin,

nodded in agreement. “Don’t worry. We’ll steer clear of Larson. The Schnabel family’s loyalty lies with Palmer alone. I also wouldn’t dare cooperate with a man who could kill his own brother”

crowd and stroked their

cooperate with Larson would lead to a fate worse

sweat. Nevertheless, he was unable to appease the throng

this your idea of a ‘gift? You slow Eamon and

with a smile, “The man Uncle Eamon mentioned

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what they call framing someone?! Someone’s gonna take

get your spine checked after this. That’s too

listen to Noella.”

in we’re not

which were filled with disdain, settled on Larson, “If we

not going to happen. Larson wouldn’t do

room thickened. Was this gala a ploy to force

nothing

this kind of video in order

it wrong! This video is forged. The video must be made by someone who’s trying to frame me. I’d never hurt my

“I saw the throng around the hall when I came