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

donate, and he really didn’t want to shell out cash for these yokels. He grabbed hold

deal to negotiate. Get me out of here. Does this

“Sure do. Let

baffled. What kind of

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

in

at it, the house seemed to have

top–notch materials, even planted Old Mrs. Lambert’s favorite osmanthus tree by the door–a mature tree

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

out of respect for Briony, secretly spruced up the

more Vincent thought about it,

amazing son–in–law!

was still not to be underestimated,

she had always been close to Milford, unlike

engagement with the Rosenbergs–can’t

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

actual ox cart!

clearly had seen better days,

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

“There’s transportation

hop on a bus, and you’ll be in Linefort City in no time!”

Vincent remembered.

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Linefort City had no airport; he

road construction, he thought it wasn’t worth it since he couldn’t brag about it, so he donated to Tranquility City’s overpass instead, barely making it onto the donor list among all

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

his breath, Vincent pinched his nose and climbed atop the

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

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

retreating figure. He pulled out a smartphone

donating for roads and a cell

“Appreciate it.”

wrinkled face split

at all. If it weren’t for your help, our village would’ve been toast a long time ago, not to mention the renovations you funded for

It’s the least I could

peeped at the video Maddox sent

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

at Tranquility City Police

swung open the slammer door and let the

rocking a scruffy beard and looking all

was gobsmacked at the