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!”

that Maddox! Playing dumb because of

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

negotiate. Get me out of here.

grinned from ear to ear. “Sure do. Let me pull it here for

What kind of vehicle needed

“vehicle,” Vincent looked

of himself in Tranquility City, to become a known and respected tycoon. He never

house seemed

osmanthus tree by the

was behind this renovation. Why would he spend money on

Milford Rosenberg, out of respect for Briony, secretly spruced up the place to surprise the family?

thought about it, the more it made sense!

amazing son–in–law!

was still not to be underestimated, given its previous glory. Besides, they had always been a notch above

always been close to Milford, unlike Noella, who was always so

would definitely need to talk about Briony’s engagement with the Rosenbergs–can’t let a catch like that

in his happy thoughts, Vincent’s daydream was shattered when Maddox showed

ox cart!

old ox clearly had seen better days, stopping

is the only ox cart we’ve got. Hop on, and

“There’s

From there, hop on a bus, and you’ll

Vincent remembered.

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to leave! Linefort City had no airport; he would have to take the rickety old train to

thought it wasn’t worth it since he couldn’t brag about it, so he donated to Tranquility City’s

come on up. Once it gets light, the old ox

and climbed atop the ox cart, dodging cow dung and hay.

to a beggar, “Take

forward, shaking so violently that Vincent’s sandwich

chuckled as he watched Vincent’s retreating figure. He pulled out a smartphone

Lambert said about donating for roads and a cell tower on video. Sending it your way now!”

“Appreciate it.”

wrinkled face split into a

your help, our village would’ve been toast a long

house. It’s the least

peeped at the video Maddox sent

village nestled in the Linefort City mountains, where Old Mrs. Lambert had weathered her whole life. Noella would

Tranquility

the slammer door and let the

and looking all kinds of wiped, waited at the

the