The Killer Queen by Noella Briony

Chapter 25

Palmer, even when he was throwing punches, was all grace and poise – it was like he had choreographed each hit, explosive power and alll

Noella was a bit dazed.

For the first time in her life, someone stood up for her!

Ever since Old Mrs. Lambert passed away, there had been no one in the Lambert family on her side.

Every time she bumped into Milford, even if Noella hadn’t done a thing, Belinda would openly mock her and then find an excuse to lock her up at home, sending Briony off on a date with Milford.

Even back when Briony was just the nanny’s daughter, she got the royal treatment in the Lambert family, way better than Noella ever did.

She never cared about Milford and Briony anyway.

Old Mrs. Lambert once held her hand, saying tenderly and said, “My dear girl, you deserve the best man, someone who would protect you unconditionally.”

Watching Palmer straighten his sleeves, Noella felt her cheeks inexplicably heating up!

Palmer looked down, his scent of sandalwood closing in on Noella’s breath, his magnetic voice resonating softly, “Did I scare you? Sorry, I just couldn’t hold back.” He was a bit on edge, momentarily forgetting that the girl before him was not just any young lady, but a top international hitwoman!

“Thank you.

“That guy just now, who was he?”

Noella’s expression was cool, “Just some trash, not important.”

“He said he was your fiancé.

Noella shrugged, “I wasn’t that blind.”

A flicker of delight crossed Palmer’s eyes. Even though he knew that guy had nothing to do with her, hearing her deny it still sent a wave of joy through him.

“Thorpe and Toxic Monarch must have gone to the private rooms. Let’s head over.”

Noella nodded, bending down to pick up the ruby cufflink Palmer had dropped, and handed it to him. But Palmer extended his hand, the empty cuff dangling in front of Noella, mischief sparkling in his eyes.

a bit too intimate, but after

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Her fingers were cool to the touch, grazing Palmer’s wrist and stirring

her away from the dance floor, towards the private rooms. Noella could walk just fine.

was, not a callus in sight, warm to hold, and he

get lost from me. Sorry for being abrupt.” He said ‘sorry‘. but the smile never left Palmer’s lips!

of the bar.

tossed next to a dumpster by several bodyguards, the

damned Noella, just here to keep someone company, and she thinks she’s above it all? Once she’s in my hands, we’ll see how she begs. ouch… What a little tramp, a country bumpkin will always be just that. She should count herself lucky that someone like me took a fancy to her!

hard! Once he found out who that man was, he was going to make sure

lover pay with

beam shone into the alley from the entrance, the hobos who were sitting in the corner quickly ran over and spilled everything Milford said to Beckett.

his

have been kidnapped and suffered for no reason. This was all because he, as a brother, was worried

slightly as he said, “Beat him, but leave

dozen thugs swarmed in! Milford’s screams and pleas echoed

cigar. Amid the swirling smoke, his handsome face was filled with regret and self–reproach. Leaving Milford barely alive, he Intended to watch the

average bar–goer, where a bottle of champagne started at hundreds of thousands, and the floors were gold–plated, giving the feeling of stepping into a

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and Noella, as all the guests with reservations for the evening had arrived, but these two exuded an air of royalty.

card, and the waiter hurried to verify it. “Mr. Pollack, please come

need for this room. The guests from earlier are in that room; they’re friends of mine. I’ll just join them.”

replied, “Mr. Thorpe is in room 9, please!”

took back his card and led Noella to

you come here often?”

would he have a card?

with not a hint

many missions in the country last year, so this place was convenient. Their cocktails are quite something: I’ll bring you here

normal for assassin organizations to operate in nightclubs. Noella had her own private room in this bar too! She was just asking, why