The Killer Queen by Noella Briony

Chapter 33

At the Lambert ancestral home in Linefort City.

Jasper’s hired muscle flew in by chopper and, while still several feet from the ground, yanked Vincent out and dumped him right at the doorstep of the Lambert ancestral horne,

Vincent, well into his fifties, nearly broke every bone in his old body!

“Dammit… Do you even know the law? This is assault, pure and simple!”

The bodyguard, sporting dark shades, Just gave a lopsided grin and sneered. “Our boss said we’re doing you a solid, dropping you home. You know exactly how you treated Ms. Noella–don’t play innocent!”

Vincent was speechless.

This was completely different!

Noella was just a heartless country bumpkin while he was the high and mighty CEO of the Lambert family!

After making the delivery, the bodyguard hopped back on the chopper and took off.

Blown around by the helicopter’s downdraft, Vincent’s hair was a mess, his suit was wrinkled, and his face was caked with dust and dirt, making him look like a beggar.

The actual beggars at the Lambert ancestral home’s gate nearly mistook him for one of their

own.

Vincent was fuming. He whipped out his phone to call the cops, but, of course, there was no signal!

Maddox, who was in charge of guarding the old homestead, spotted Vincent and hurried over to greet him.

“Mr. Lambert, why didn’t you give us a heads–up? Here to donate?”

Vincent was speechless again.

He was too proud to come back home without fanfare, always making a big show of donating like 30 to 50 grand, turning it into a spectacle the whole village knew about.

Vincent changed the subject. “How come there’s not even a proper road in this place?”

“Ah, Mr. Lambert, you’re here to fund road construction? That’s fantastic! I’ll go tell the mayor right now!”

Vincent quickly grabbed him.

“No, no, get me out of here first. My phone’s got no signal; I can’t make any donations to the village!”

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“What? Mr. Lambert, you’re also gonna build us a cell tower? That’s amazing!”

Playing dumb because of his

say he wouldn’t donate, and he really didn’t want to shell out

big deal to negotiate. Get me out of here. Does this village even have a

from ear to ear. “Sure do. Let

was baffled. What kind of vehicle

to get the “vehicle,” Vincent looked

it took blood, sweat, and tears to make something of himself in

it, the house

osmanthus tree by the door–a mature tree of this

this renovation. Why would he spend money on fixing up this rundown

Rosenberg, out of respect for Briony, secretly spruced

thought about it, the more it made sense!

amazing son–in–law!

to be underestimated, given its previous glory. Besides, they had always been a

been close to Milford, unlike Noella, who was always so lukewarm towards those blue–blood boys.

back, he would definitely need to talk about Briony’s engagement with the Rosenbergs–can’t let

Vincent’s daydream was shattered when

ox cart!

days, stopping to rest after every step.

Hop on, and we’ll make it to

voice was trembling. “There’s transportation in town?”

there, hop on a bus, and

Vincent remembered.

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was because it was such a hassle to leave! Linefort

him to donate for road construction, he thought it wasn’t worth it since he couldn’t brag about it, so he donated to Tranquility City’s overpass

out cheerfully. “Mr. Lambert, come on up. Once it gets light, the old ox has to plow the fields!”

his nose and climbed atop the ox cart, dodging

to a beggar, “Take

cart lurched forward, shaking so violently that Vincent’s sandwich lunch threatened to make a

he watched Vincent’s retreating figure. He pulled out a smartphone equipped with satellite

everything Mr. Lambert said about donating for roads and a cell tower on

“Appreciate it.”

split into a grin.

trouble at all. If it weren’t for your help, our village would’ve been toast a long time ago, not

It’s the

peeped at the video Maddox sent her

mountains, where Old Mrs. Lambert had weathered her whole life. Noella would guard it with her life, no

later, at Tranquility

and let the Lambert ladies walk

and looking all kinds of wiped, waited at the

at the sight of him!