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

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

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

ear. “Sure do. Let me pull it

baffled. What kind

“vehicle,” Vincent looked up at the

blood, sweat, and tears to make something of himself in Tranquility City, to become a known and respected tycoon. He never wanted to

looking at it, the house seemed to have been refurbished?

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

this renovation. Why would

Milford Rosenberg, out of respect for Briony, secretly spruced up the

Vincent thought about it, the more it

an amazing son–in–law!

it was still not to be underestimated, given its

Briony, she had always been close to Milford, unlike

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

daydream was

ox

seen better days, stopping

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

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

tractors. From there, hop on a bus, and

Vincent remembered.

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it was such a hassle to leave! Linefort City had no airport;

asked 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 instead, barely making it onto the donor list among all the other wealthy

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

pinched his nose and climbed atop the ox cart, dodging cow dung

“Take Mr.

that Vincent’s sandwich lunch threatened to

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

about donating for roads and a cell tower

“Appreciate it.”

split into a grin.

for your help, our village would’ve been toast a long time ago, not to mention the renovations you funded for the ancestral home

house. It’s the least I

peeped at the video Maddox sent her and then locked her phone.

Old Mrs. Lambert had weathered her whole life. Noella

at Tranquility City

open the slammer door and let the Lambert ladies walk free.

and looking all kinds of wiped,

at the sight of