The Killer Queen by Noella Briony

Chapter 24

The little black car smoothly rolled out of the Imperial West Hospital grounds.

“That gal you just saw? She’s not my girlfriend.”

Noella didn’t respond.

“She’s my secretary.”

Noella was like, what’s the deal with her?

Running the show as one of the big three on the deep web, it’s no surprise Palmer’s got a few secretaries, especially when that secretary looked like she could seriously kick some butt probably a real whiz at her job.

“Not bad.” said Noella.

Palmer went on to clarify, “You can’t replace the standout abilities and shining moments that women bring to the table at work, so yeah, I’ve got a good number of ladies on my team.”

Noella nodded in agreement. “Totally get you. My big bro’s company is chock–full of women too. He always says no one falls for the boss just because of the job at hand; integrity and skills trump gender every time.”

Palmer chuckled, “Your brother and I are on the same page.”

“Guys can fall for their boss just as easily. It’s got nothing to do with gender.”

That’s not exactly what Palmer meant!

Palmer touched his nose, trying to mask the stiffness around his lips.

“You’ve heard about Thorpe entering the country, right?”

“Yeah, Thorpe’s probably here to touch base with Toxic Monarch.”

Thorpe, the big cheese of the Cerulean Whale Organization, cozying up with Toxic Monarch in Harmonia Country’s Imperial City – that’s quite a meet–up!

“What’s your take?” asked Palmer.

Noella shot him a look and said coolly, “Toxic Monarch’s after the Harmonia market, and Thorpe’s gunning for us. They’re just teaming up for a quick minute.”

Being both seasoned foxes in the deep web game, Thorpe and Toxic Monarch’s combined craftiness could run circles around the planet, with not less than eight or ten sly tails trailing behind them.

When Palmer heard her say “us,” the corners of his mouth curled up ever so slightly, a wave of indescribable joy sweet as honey flooding his heart.

Noella, catching the smile on Palmer’s face, was a bit speechless.

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Vocalist hit in the head during some missions or what? She’d just mentioned Thorpe and Toxic Monarch joining forces to wipe them out, and he’s

at Imperial West Hospital was pretty decent too; might be worth getting Vocalist checked out when they get the chance.

Group, the CEO’s office.

on his shirt, his chiseled features exuding a warm elegance, every move demonstrating the polse of

respectfully. “Mr. Schnabel, we’ve dug up everything on Noella’s time with the

“Let’s hear it.”

had it rough with the Lamberts. Her pocket money was capped at two hundred a month. often not even paid out. Last year, she got a measly five hundred for the whole year, nearly had to fork

up with Noella. She pulls in five grand monthly, raked in

his brow, struggling to contain the rage bubbling inside and

a fiancé lined up, the big shot Milford from the Rosenberg family of Tranquility City. But the Rosenberg heir’s a player. The Lamberts wanted Briony to marry into

all orchestrated by the Lamberts. They were hoping to sell

shaking in his boots.

a rotten bunch!

in Beckett’s grip snapped clean

Lamberts! It would’ve been okay if they were just nice to my sis, even if they

the epitome of composure and refinement; his assistant had

bar tonight for a business talk, and that Milford

curving into a scornful smirk.

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Mr. Tobin I’ll

“Got it.”

At the bar.

bar was a blaze of flashing lights

dance floor was packed. No sooner had Noella stepped in than she felt

Noella’s hand and pulled her close, his towering frame casting a protective shadow over

with

would–be flirts, faced with Palmer’s icy demeanor, Instinctively stepped back.

noticed he seemed to be wearing a sandalwood–like cologne, subtle, filling

breath, about to step back when Palmer’s hand pressed

Thorpe’s over there.” He leaned in close to her ear, his voice low and

cheeks flushed even redder, her back stiffening as she followed Palmer’s nod towards a booth. And sure enough, there was Thorpe, knocking

had crossed paths with Thorpe and knew his mug. The unfamiliar guy sharing his booth must be the Toxic

reassuring pat, which to

got over fifty goons with. him. Wouldn’t be surprised if there are more drug lords

figure out Thorpe and

smelled good, making it a little hard for him

gotta play it cool to keep Toxic Monarch and Thorpe from spotting us.”