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 hearing!

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

deal to negotiate. Get me out of here. Does

ear. “Sure do.

baffled. What kind of

get the “vehicle,” Vincent looked up at the Lambert

of himself in Tranquility City, to become a known and respected tycoon. He never wanted to

the house seemed to

planted Old Mrs. Lambert’s favorite osmanthus tree by the door–a mature tree of this variety could easily fetch 200

was no way he was behind this renovation. Why would he spend money on fixing up this

out of respect for Briony, secretly spruced

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 previous glory. Besides, they had always been a notch above the

unlike Noella, who was

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

in his happy thoughts, Vincent’s daydream was shattered when

actual ox cart!

seen better days, stopping to rest after every

got. Hop on, and we’ll make

trembling. “There’s

on a bus, and you’ll be in Linefort

Vincent remembered.

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

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

up. Once it gets light, the old ox has to

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

beggar, “Take Mr. Lambert to town.”

that Vincent’s sandwich lunch threatened

out a smartphone equipped with satellite GPS and dialed

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

“Appreciate it.”

split into a

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

the least I could do.”

sent her and

was this tiny village nestled in the Linefort City mountains, where Old Mrs. Lambert

Tranquility

door and let the

looking all kinds

at the sight of