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!”

Playing dumb because

say he wouldn’t donate, and he really didn’t want to shell out cash for these yokels. He grabbed

negotiate. Get me out of here.

ear. “Sure do. Let me pull it here

kind of

Vincent looked up

himself in Tranquility City,

the house seemed to have

the door–a mature tree

renovation. Why would he spend money on fixing

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

it,

amazing

rough patch, it was still not to be underestimated, given its previous glory. Besides, they had always been a notch above the Lamberts.

Briony, she had always been close to Milford, unlike Noella,

need to talk about Briony’s engagement

Vincent’s daydream was shattered when Maddox showed

ox cart!

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

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

was trembling. “There’s

tractors. From there, hop on a bus, and you’ll be

Vincent remembered.

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

thought it wasn’t worth it since he couldn’t brag about it, so he donated to

“Mr. Lambert, come on up. Once it gets light, the old ox

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

beggar, “Take Mr. Lambert

cart lurched forward, shaking so violently that Vincent’s sandwich lunch threatened to make

out a smartphone equipped with satellite GPS and dialed Noella.

said about donating for roads and a

“Appreciate it.”

split into a grin.

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

house. It’s the least I could

peeped at the video Maddox sent her and then locked her phone.

Linefort City mountains, where Old Mrs. Lambert had weathered her whole life. Noella

days later, at Tranquility City

slammer door and let the Lambert ladies walk

a scruffy beard and looking all kinds of wiped, waited

gobsmacked at the sight of him!