The Killer Queen by Noella Briony

Chapter 73

Looking at the scrutinizing and side–eye his sister was giving him, Stirling felt a whole lot of reuret in his heart.

It only he knew better, he wouldn’t have agreed to star in that movie with two male leads! If this whole mess tarnished his shining reputation in his sister’s eyes, he would go ballistic on those movie studios.

“Go to sleep; we’ll catch up tomorrow.”

“Alright, good night, Stirling.”

At the common ward in Imperial West Hospital.

Vincent was staring at the bill like it was sucking his blood dry. Just for passing out from a shock, and he even told them somebody at the door knocked into him- the hospital should be chasing that dude for the medical expenses!

But the medics? They wouldn’t listen; they just kept nagging him to cough up the cash.

With no choice, Vincent paid up and, spotting Briony walking in, said, “Briony, where have you been? Mr. Schnabel’s gonna show up any minute. Don’t go wandering off.”

“When is Mr. Schnabel gonna get here? We’ve been waiting all afternoon. Is he really coming?”

Vincent couldn’t be sure. Would someone like Tristan actually come to see them?

Belinda just chuckled with an air of mystery.

his ears at work. When “You guys just don’t get it. Mr. Schnabel’s a big shot, always up would he find the time to meet us? Even if he does come, for the Schnabel family’s rep, he would avoid daylight and sneak in under the radar.

“You’re right. If Mr. Schnabel knows he’s been bamboozled, he’ll definitely show.”

Vincent glanced at his watch, getting antsy. If Mr. Schnabel didn’t show up soon, they would be forking over another day’s hospital fees!

A few bodyguards in sleek black suits entered the ward. “Vincent? Mr. Schnabel sent us to pick you up. Come with us.”

The Lamberts couldn’t contain their glee, scrambling out of bed to follow the bodyguards. Briony, not seeing Tristan anywhere, whispered, “Where’s Mr. Schnabel? We’ve got some important stuff to tell him. Isn’t he coming?”

The bodyguards didn’t give her the time of day, making things awkward real quick.

Briony tugged at Belinda’s sleeve with a pout, “Mom, I need to pee.”

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ahead, make

and whisked Vincent and Belinda off in the car, zooming away

car started, Belinda got antsy. Briony wasn’t on board yet!

Why’d you take off? I swear, I’m gonna tell Mr. Schnabel to fire

“Shut it!”

was off. Where the heck were they

guests! What do

bodyguards just smirked. “You’ll find out soon enough!”

had just whipped up breakfast and was

carts behind him, watched as the servants efficiently laid out a breakfast spread that filled the grand table with tempting sights and smells, making Stirling’s home–cooked meals look downright

eye twitched. “What’s

only right I take care of

about to let it slide when Palmer strutted

you think you’re doing? You’re addicted to my sister’s room

snazzily dressed Palmer with a

cursing up a

all the ruckus this

bickering, yet they both

a misty cloud sprawled on the pillow, her doe eyes still misty with sleep, gazed at

for words at the gorgeous

head with a tender touch. “Awake?

got all the stuff you said

I’ll be right up.”

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rush; I’ve got some stuff to hash out with your brother anyway. Take your time.”

silkiness of her hair, which carried her signature hint of cedar, Palmer

under his breath as Palmer stepped out. “Good on you, kiddo, for

tad frustrated. “Next time I’m talking to Noella, try to keep your distance, will you? And if you’re just jealous of our chemistry,

single?” Stirling thought. He flew off the handle, fists clenched. “What are you implying? She’s my sister, mine! Don’t even think about messing with her in front

dragged out to the sticks last night and got a thrashing. Was that your

phone to check, and then looked up cluelessly. “Nah, my guys were scheduled to rough up the Rosenberg folks today. I thought it was you,