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 hearing!

to shell out cash for these yokels. He grabbed hold of Maddox,

out of

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

baffled. What kind of vehicle needed pulling?

“vehicle,” Vincent looked up

here, but it took blood, sweat, and tears to make something of himself in Tranquility City, to become a

looking at it, the house seemed to have been

tree by the door–a mature tree of

Why would he spend money on fixing up this

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

more Vincent thought about it, the

an amazing

rough patch, it was still not to be underestimated, given its previous glory. Besides, they

always been close to Milford, unlike Noella,

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

happy thoughts, Vincent’s daydream was shattered when Maddox

actual ox cart!

ox clearly had seen better days, stopping to rest after

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

“There’s transportation

and you’ll be in Linefort City in no

Vincent remembered.

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

about it, so he donated to Tranquility City’s overpass instead,

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

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

a beggar, “Take

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

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

Lambert said about donating for roads and

“Appreciate it.”

split

been toast a long time

house. It’s the least I

sent her and then locked her

in the Linefort City mountains, where Old Mrs. Lambert had weathered her

later, at Tranquility City

door and let the Lambert

all

the sight of him!

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