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!”

that Maddox! Playing dumb because of his selective

really didn’t want to shell out cash

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

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

was baffled. What kind of vehicle needed pulling?

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

took blood, sweat, and tears to make something of himself in

the house seemed to have been

osmanthus tree by the door–a mature tree of this variety

was behind this renovation. Why would he spend money on

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

thought about it, the more it made sense!

an amazing son–in–law!

the Rosenberg family had hit a rough patch, it was still not to be underestimated, given its

close to Milford, unlike Noella, who was always so lukewarm

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

happy thoughts, Vincent’s daydream was shattered when Maddox

ox

ox clearly had seen better days, stopping to rest

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

was trembling. “There’s transportation in

bus, and

Vincent remembered.

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years was because it was such a hassle to leave! Linefort City had no airport; he would have to take

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

on up. Once it gets light, the old ox has to plow the fields!”

pinched his nose and climbed

signaled to a beggar, “Take

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

out a smartphone equipped with satellite

Mr. Lambert said about donating for roads and a cell tower on

“Appreciate it.”

wrinkled face split

trouble at all. If it weren’t for your help, our village would’ve been toast a long time ago, not

It’s the least I

video Maddox sent her

Lambert had weathered her whole life. Noella would

days later, at Tranquility City Police Station.

door and let

scruffy beard and looking all kinds of wiped,

the