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

and he really didn’t want to shell out cash for these yokels.

deal to negotiate. Get me out

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

was baffled. What kind

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

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

the house seemed to have been refurbished?

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

would

Rosenberg, out of respect for Briony, secretly spruced up the place to

it,

an amazing son–in–law!

family had hit a rough patch, it was still not to be underestimated, given its previous glory. Besides, they had always

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

back, he 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 showed

actual ox cart!

ox clearly had seen better days, stopping to rest after every

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

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

hop on a bus, and you’ll be in Linefort

Vincent remembered.

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

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

it gets light, the old ox

pinched his nose and climbed atop the ox cart,

signaled to a beggar, “Take Mr.

cart lurched forward, shaking so violently that Vincent’s

He pulled out a smartphone equipped with satellite GPS

said about donating for roads and a cell tower on video.

“Appreciate it.”

split into a

a long time ago, not to mention the renovations you funded for the ancestral

house. It’s the least

sent her and then

Mrs. Lambert had weathered her whole life. Noella would guard it with

later, at Tranquility City Police

slammer door and let

beard and looking all kinds of wiped, waited

at the sight of