The Killer Queen by Noella Briony

Chapter 67

Palmer was feeling a bit of regret. He reached out, twirling a strand of Noella’s hair that had fallen across her face between his fingers. “If we were somewhere else, say in the international warzones, their fate wouldn’t have been so lucky.”

In the international warzones, he was known as Vocalist, the fearsome leader of a killer organization. Those who fell into his hands usually had one inevitable outcome!

Death!

The Lambert family should count their blessings for having raised Noella for nearly nineteen years. Otherwise, what they would face from him wouldn’t be so lenient!

Palmer squinted slightly, shielding the sunlight from Noella’s eyes, coaxing her to look into his.

“I’m thinking of bankrupting the Rosenberg family. Would my dear fiancée mind?”

“Why would I mind?”

What did she have to do with the Rosenberg family? Even if Milford had been betrothed to her in childhood, his fiancée in question was “Ms. Lambert“, not her personally.

“You don’t need to tell me what you’re up to. Aren’t you already on it?”

Noella was speechless.

Did Palmer have a screw loose or something? Every single day, whatever he was up to, he would shoot her a message. Photos of his meals, videos from his schmoozing sessions, even updates on whom he’s met – and if she didn’t text back, he would call up to ask!

She had no choice but to reply with a sentence or two every time Palmer texted her. This back–and–forth meant she was pretty much clued into his daily doings.

Palmer chuckled.

This little ingrate – he shared everything with her, and she couldn’t get the hint?

“I’m keeping you in the loop to put your mind at ease and also to keep myself on your mind. Since you’re not used to missing me, I can work on that!”

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wasn’t used to having him around, which was fine! He was going to gradually make her get

used to it.

“Thorpe sent me a message, hoping I’d give up Lunaris‘ consultation rights. What do you think, my dear fiancée?”

“Can’t you call me something else?”

Always with that title, it was like the whole world knew she was his betrothed. Noella felt her face burning with embarrassment.

“Sure, how about ‘babe‘? ‘Honey“? I’m open to other nicknames, but I’d prefer them after we’re

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married.”

whatever you want. How much is Thorpe offering?”

to treat him?”

had the director of the Heartfelt Orphanage in his hands, and she needed to find the person to uncover the truth about

Elara’s case that self–proclaimed humanitarian doctor

had to be bigger secrets lurking behind these events,

of it.

get in touch with Thorpe, but I have one

“What’s that?”

hand around Noella’s slender waist, drawing her close to his side, almost flush against him, creating an intimate

you have to take

would probably freak out

for his brother’s treatment, not

under a different pretext; he doesn’t know who I am. I don’t like the idea of my fiancée spending too much time with other men.

speechless. She was a doctor going to see a patient –

Was he nuts?

granddad last time, I took off his

and white, speechless at Noella’s retort, and for once,

mischief sparkled in

in the ICU

awake. We can move you to a

did I end

making notes, she explained. “You forgot? Last

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Chapter 67

to Emerald County. You almost drowned, and Jasper brought you here. You’re fine now that you’ve woken

was puzzled. Swim from the harbor back to Emerald County? She

a plan!

Otherwise, by now, the billion dollars would be hers!

to strike it rich or steal Noella’s thunder. Looked like she needed to

nurse wheeled her bed out, glancing down from the

like that’s Mr. Pollack’s car. Mr. Pollack is so devoted, visiting

Palmer! If Palmer saw her now, all frail and with a touch of sorrow, he would surely be drawn to her.

the regular ward, the nurse left. Yvonne slipped away quietly. heading toward Sexton’s

with a few silver–haired old gents. That meant Palmer was alone in the room!

the room,