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!”

loss was hemorrhaging his finances; those were high–ticket

the banquet hall and slid into the car

behind, his gaze filled with

alright?”

Tm fine”

her.

Palmer with disagreement, Mr. Pollack, don’t drag Noella into this madness

rang out–shocked by Palmer’s audacity to blow up L Larson’s estate right in the middle of a party. And then there

more he shuddered

don’t gamble with Noella’s safety. She’s our family’s treasure. If anything happened to her, you

met Beckett’s, a

safe. No one can harm her with me around. Mr. Schnabel, I know you want to protect her, but remember, you need to know she’s not a delicate girl. Hasn’t she faced dangers returning to the Schnabel

the perils that came with

brother’s pained and

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

more than Beckett imagined, if not for the

melted at his sister’s sweet demeanor and her

Her words nearly brought him

pushing back the tears

1/2

I haven’t been there enough. Whatever you want to do from now

Noella replied

before piping up, “Um, are Dr.

Larson’s?”

and Malvina and

accident involving them would’ve been disastrous.

are nothing. Noella’s not scared, so what’s there for a grown man to fear? Forget about him. Noella’s hungry.

Your tune was quite different just a

the bombed estate, didn’t seem to matter as much

clear the Schnabels had

at Larson’s ravaged

and noise had settled, two muddy figures crawled out from the ruins of what

his mouth, his once white shirt

asked, removing his coat to cover Malvina’s head.

fine, but Dr. Schnabel, you look like you’ve been through