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!”

hemorrhaging his finances; those were high–ticket

had strode out of the banquet hall and slid into the car

close behind, his gaze filled with

alright?”

Tm fine”

of chaos was nothing new to her.

Mr. Pollack, don’t drag Noella into this

blasts rang out–shocked by Palmer’s audacity to blow up L Larson’s estate right in the middle of

the more he shuddered

handling Pollack family business, Mr. Pollack, don’t gamble with Noella’s safety. She’s our family’s treasure. If anything happened to her,

a silent

with me around. Mr. Schnabel, I know you want to protect her, but remember, you need to know she’s not a delicate girl.

with being a Schnabel better than anyone

brother’s pained

okay. Beckett Palmer briefed me on the plan beforehand, so I wasn’t scared. I don’t want

handle more than Beckett imagined, if not for the fear

and her moist eyes. And now he felt quiltier

she be so dam endearing? Her words

a heavy hand, pushing back the tears welling

1/2

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

Beckett. Noella replied

were done before piping up, “Um, are

Larson’s?”

and Ulrich had

them would’ve been disastrous.

off nonchalantly, “No worries, a few little bangs are nothing. Noella’s not scared, so what’s

Your tune was quite

to

Schnabels had their

Larson’s

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

his once white shirt

okay?” he asked, removing his coat

Schnabel, you look like you’ve