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!”

Maddox! Playing dumb because of his

donate, and he really didn’t want to shell

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

“Sure do. Let me pull it

kind of vehicle needed

off to get the “vehicle,” Vincent looked up at the Lambert ancestral

and tears to make something of himself in

at it, the house seemed to

Lambert’s favorite osmanthus tree by the door–a mature tree

he was behind this renovation. Why would he spend money on fixing up

it be that Milford Rosenberg, out of respect for Briony, secretly spruced up the place to surprise the

more Vincent thought about it, the

an amazing son–in–law!

Rosenberg family had hit a rough patch, it was still not to be underestimated, given its previous glory. Besides, they had always been a notch above the Lamberts.

to Milford, unlike Noella, who was always so

talk about Briony’s engagement with the Rosenbergs–can’t let a

happy thoughts, Vincent’s daydream was shattered

actual ox

had seen better days, stopping

only ox cart we’ve got. Hop on, and we’ll make it

“There’s transportation in

hop on a bus, and you’ll

Vincent remembered.

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was such a hassle to leave! Linefort City had no airport; he would have to take the rickety old

when the village asked him to donate for road construction, he thought it wasn’t worth it since he couldn’t brag about it, so he

out cheerfully. “Mr. Lambert, come on up. Once it gets light,

climbed atop the ox cart, dodging

signaled to a beggar, “Take Mr. Lambert to town.”

so violently that Vincent’s sandwich lunch threatened to

watched Vincent’s retreating figure. He pulled out

for roads and

“Appreciate it.”

split into a

been toast a long time ago, not to mention the renovations you funded for the ancestral home and the

It’s the

video Maddox sent her and then locked her

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

later, at Tranquility City Police

the slammer door and let the Lambert ladies walk

scruffy beard and looking all kinds of wiped, waited at the

was gobsmacked at the sight