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!”

because of his selective

wouldn’t donate, and he really didn’t want to shell

out of

do.

What kind of vehicle needed

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

sweat, and tears to make something of himself in Tranquility

it, the house seemed

Lambert’s favorite osmanthus tree by the door–a mature tree of this variety could

behind this renovation. Why would

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

thought about it, the more it

an amazing

had hit a rough patch, it was still not to be

Milford, unlike Noella, who was always so lukewarm towards those blue–blood

Briony’s engagement with the Rosenbergs–can’t let a catch like that get away!

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

ox cart!

old ox clearly had seen better days,

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

was trembling. “There’s transportation in

there, hop on a bus, and you’ll be

Vincent remembered.

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

the village asked him to donate for road construction, he thought it wasn’t worth it since he couldn’t brag about

Once it gets light, the old ox has

his breath, Vincent pinched his nose and climbed atop the ox cart, dodging

signaled to a beggar, “Take Mr. Lambert

Vincent’s sandwich lunch threatened to make a comeback.

He pulled out a smartphone

for roads and a cell tower on video. Sending it your way

“Appreciate it.”

wrinkled face split into

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

Grandma’s house. It’s the least

at the video Maddox sent her

this tiny village nestled in the Linefort City mountains, where Old Mrs. Lambert had weathered her whole life.

later, at Tranquility City Police Station.

door and let the Lambert ladies walk free.

scruffy beard and looking all kinds of wiped, waited

was gobsmacked at the