The Killer Queen by Noella Briony

Chapter 33

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!”

because of his selective

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

Get me out of here.

“Sure do. Let

was baffled. What kind of vehicle needed pulling?

Vincent looked up at the Lambert ancestral home.

of himself in

the house

Old Mrs. Lambert’s favorite osmanthus tree by the door–a mature tree of this variety

renovation. Why would he spend money on fixing up this

it be that Milford Rosenberg, out of respect for Briony, secretly

Vincent thought about it, the more it

an amazing

was still not to be

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

back, he would definitely need to talk about Briony’s engagement with

was shattered when Maddox showed

ox

old ox clearly had seen better days, stopping to rest

got. Hop on, and we’ll make it to town by dawn!”

“There’s transportation in

From there, hop on a bus, and you’ll be in Linefort

Vincent remembered.

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years was because it was such a hassle to leave! Linefort City had no

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 instead, barely making it onto the

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

his nose and climbed atop the ox

“Take Mr. Lambert

Vincent’s sandwich lunch threatened to make a comeback.

retreating figure. He pulled out a smartphone equipped

Mr. Lambert said about donating for roads and a cell tower on video. Sending it your

“Appreciate it.”

face split into a

been toast a long time

house. It’s the least I

video Maddox sent her

nestled in the Linefort City mountains, where Old Mrs. Lambert had weathered her whole life. Noella would guard it with her life, no

later, at Tranquility City

open the slammer door and

beard and looking all kinds of wiped, waited at the door.

gobsmacked at the sight of

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