The Queen They Buried

Chapter 347

The bodyguard strode up to the door and, without even knocking, kicked it open.

Before the door was kicked open, the three men in the living room were still shamelessly boasting.

“Howard, you raised one hell of a daughter. What a figure she’s got! She’s got such a fiery temper, too. Just look at these scratches she gave me. If you and Edwin hadn’t come in to help pin her down, I wouldn’t have been able to handle her,” one of the men said.

Howard Cherniavsky took a drag from his cigarette and scoffed disdainfully, “Oh, women, that’s just how they are. She’s yours now. Just rough her up for a couple more days, and she’ll come around. If you’re lucky and she gets knocked up, she’ll have to settle down with you.”

Edwin Cherniavsky couldn’t care less about what happened to his sister. Rubbing his hands together greedily, his face alight with anticipation, he asked, “Mr. Dunn, what about the 60 thousand dollars we agreed on?”

“Once we get her back to the village, I swear you’ll get every last cent of that money,” Felix Dunn replied.

The old, rusty lock didn’t stand a chance. Two swift kicks and the door flew open.

With a thunderous crash, the door burst open, startling Ruth Cherniavsky, who had been in the room trying to pressure Birgitte, into rushing out.

curse choked off in Ruth’s throat as she gaped at the four

are you

was obvious these four were

as a woman, was absolutely livid. And even Josiah’s jaw dropped. He’d always thought Aubree’s family took the cake for being the most

Birgitte’s parents could be

they not know that’s less than a month’s

success and glory to them? They couldn’t control her, and

it was better to just sell her off for their son to get a bride. After all, that 60 thousand dollars. was cash they could get

“Where’s Birgitte?” Aubree demanded.

her name, but he said,

that fucking-” Before he could spit out the last word,

with a murderous glare,

boasted about his worldly experience, found his legs turning to

up like an aggressive rooster. Spoiled rotten by his family and used to getting his way, he eyed the four city folks with

side, instantly snapped. He delivered a vicious kick, sending the arrogantly shouting Edwin flying onto

little bastard,” Bowen snarled. “I don’t like