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 it snappy.

and whisked Vincent and Belinda off

soon as the car started, Belinda got

not in the car yet! Why’d you take off? I swear,

“Shut it!”

sensing something was off. Where the heck

Schnabel’s guests! What do

just smirked. “You’ll

whipped up breakfast and

efficiently laid out a breakfast spread that filled the grand table with tempting sights and smells, making Stirling’s home–cooked meals look downright inconspicuous.

“What’s all

only right

he was about to let it slide when

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

to see a snazzily dressed Palmer with a fuming, pajama clad Stirling behind him.

still cursing up

the ruckus this early?”

their bickering, yet they

her hair like a misty cloud sprawled on the pillow, her

his breath, momentarily lost for words at the gorgeous sight before

a tender touch. “Awake? Wanna sleep some

brought breakfast and got all the stuff you said you liked

I’ll be right up.”

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stuff to hash out with your brother anyway.

leaving the silkiness of her hair, which carried her signature

breath as Palmer stepped out. “Good on you,

frustrated. “Next time I’m talking to Noella, try to keep your

clenched. “What are you implying? She’s my sister, mine! Don’t even

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

guys were scheduled to rough up the Rosenberg folks