The Killer Queen by Noella Briony

Chapter 239

To keep Palmer at the estate, Larson actually prepared a veritable feast of comforts and amenities in the villa.

if Palmer walked out today, any future attempts to meddle with him would be even more of an uphill battle!

Palmer looked squarely at Larson, a chilling smirk playing across his lips.

“Thinking you can keep me here with this crew? I’m afraid you’re sorely mistaken. He said.

1 mean no disrespect. This is our own little shindig, you know. It’d be quite rude to bail on us now…”

Palmer couldn’t be bothered with idle chitchat, “Pull the wool over someone else’s eyes if you must, but don’t kid yourself.”

“What are you insinuating?” Larson asked,

Had Palmer caught on to his elaborate setup? But he had deployed cadres of hitmen!

He had put a lot of capital on the line to ensure Palmer would never return to the Pollack Group. Larson couldn’t believe all his schemes had been unveiled….

Palmer snapped his fingers, and seconds later, the estate’s perimeter erupted in explosive blasts. The chandeliers in the banquet hall swayed violently and plaster showered from the walls.

The blasts kept coming, one after the other, the closest at the garden just outside the hall.

That was where Larson had stationed a cadre of hitmen…

Beckett scrambled to grab his sister, only to clutch at the air, he tumed to see Noella already in Palmer’s protective grasp.

Palmer’s hand shielded Noella’s ears, his suit jacket enveloping her to safeguard her with utmost care.

Beckett stared at his empty palm with a cocktail of emotions brewing inside him.

It should’ve been heartwarming to see Palmer instinctively protect his sister, but damn, why did it leave such a sour taste? The explosions outside sent Larson into a full–blown panic.

He could tell, every blast was right where he’d placed his hitmen.

Larson gritted his teeth so hard he nearly tasted blood, “Palmer You’ve got a heart of stone!”

his finances; those were high–ticket

strode out of the banquet

gaze filled

alright?” he asked.

Tm fine”

was nothing new to her. Only the Schnabels would think she’d be scared

Pollack, don’t drag Noella into this madness again! It’s

up L Larson’s estate right in the middle

thought about it, the more he shuddered at

Mr. Pollack, don’t gamble with Noella’s safety. She’s

icy gaze met Beckett’s, a silent clash in

to protect her, but remember, you need to know she’s not a delicate girl. Hasn’t she faced dangers returning to

that came with being a Schnabel better

brother’s pained

I don’t want to be a burden to you guys. I’m a Schnabel, too, so don’t worry about me.

she could handle more than Beckett imagined, if not for the fear of alarming

melted at his sister’s sweet demeanor and

be so dam endearing? Her words nearly brought him

hand, pushing back

1/2

enough. Whatever you want to do

Noella

diver’s seat, waited until they were done before piping up, “Um, are Dr. Schnabel and Ms. Gruber still back

Larson’s?”

advance, and Malvina and Ulrich had

involving them would’ve been

not scared, so what’s there for a grown man

thought, Your tune was quite different just a moment ago!

seem to matter as much as Noella needing to eat.

clear the Schnabels had their favorites!

Larson’s ravaged

noise had settled, two muddy figures crawled out from

from his mouth, his once white shirt now a sodden mess of earth and grime.

his coat

Schnabel, you look like you’ve been