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!”

was hemorrhaging his finances; those were high–ticket

Noella, had strode out of the banquet hall and slid into

close behind, his gaze filled with concem

you alright?” he

Tm fine”

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

at Palmer with disagreement, Mr. Pollack, don’t drag Noella

Palmer’s audacity to blow up L Larson’s estate right in the middle of

it, the more he shuddered

Pollack, don’t gamble with Noella’s safety. She’s our family’s treasure. If anything

icy gaze met Beckett’s, a silent clash in the

around. Mr. Schnabel, I know you want to protect her, but remember,

that came with being a

smiled gently at her brother’s pained

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

she could handle more than Beckett imagined, if

melted at his sister’s sweet demeanor and her moist eyes.

endearing? Her words

with a heavy hand, pushing back the tears welling

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want to

Noella

seat, waited until they were done before piping up,

Larson’s?”

Malvina and Ulrich

involving them would’ve been

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

quite different just a moment

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

was clear the Schnabels had

at Larson’s ravaged estate.

dust and noise had settled, two muddy figures crawled out from the ruins of what was once a pristine garden.

once white shirt

his coat

Schnabel, you look like