The Killer Queen by Noella Briony

Chapter 81

Vincent felt a pang of guilt just thinking about it.

How did those folks get wind of his greasing the wheels with business judges, his failed attempts at buttering up top officials with gifts that got tossed back in his face, or his torching the rival company’s place to swipe their trade secrets?

And they even knew about the time he swiped the competitor’s menu and served up nothing but tapas at their dinner.

The more Vincent thought about it, the more scared he got. His back broke out in a cold sweat. and with injuries all over his body, that sweat stung like hell.

“Ow, ow! Where the heck is that doctor? Briony, where on earth did you get the money? I was just about to give the Rosenberg family a ring to chat about your wedding plans!”

Wedding plans!

Hearing those words, Briony’s heart skipped a beat.

If Vincent thought the money was from the Rosenberg family, he’d definitely start hashing out her marriage to Milford with them. And as for that five million, someone like Yvonne surely wasn’t hurting for cash. Worst case scenario, she could just hit up the Rosenberg family for it once she was hitched to Milford.

“Don’t sweat it, Dad. I’ll figure something out. I bumped into Stirling and the moment he heard Noella’s name, he kicked me out. Looks like the Schnabel family really has it out for her. Better

to steer clear from now on.”

Vincent nodded in relief.

Briony was way better as a daughter, a hundred times better than that ungrateful girl, Noella. It was so lucky that they cut the tie with her, or no one knew how she would’ve dragged the Lambert family down.

“I even saw Noella chatting it up with the owners of East Sea and West Ocean. Seemed like they knew each other.” She added.

Vincent perked up at that. Noella literally knew the big shots of East Sea and West Ocean? Maybe they had relatives at the Imperial West Hospital and hired Noella to care for them? That girl was only good for serving others. Her vibe of poverty made you wonder just how poor her original family must be.

“Forget her. She’s made her bed and she’s no concern of ours! Belinda, forget about revisiting the ancestral estate. I’ve sold it!” Vincent announced.

Belinda shot up in panic and stared at Vincent, “You sold our ancestral estate? And what about old lady’s graveyard?”

“That too! Some sucker insisted on buying it all, even the graveyard. Beats me why!”

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Mrs. Lambert’s graveyard. They never spent a dime on that

it at a price

well? Some old psychic told us the spot could protect our

It’s just a graveyard, what’s the big deal?”

by her family. They planned to boot Old Mrs. Lambert out and move in themselves to ensure their Fuller

the loser, had

a psychic to explore the place, saying it would

No wonder the guy coughed up three million for an old house. I gotta see if I can buy

Beckett’s assistant

“Boss, it’s Vincent.”

ID, then eyed Noella beside him.

subtly, signaling him to take

the thing. You bought the estate and a grave along with it, but I just remembered that’s my mother’s resting place, my own

just feel wrong. After all, it’s just a graveyard, and you guys have no use

for that land! The contract’s

price,

“Ten million.”

“Martin, you’re being a total highway robber here! You only spent three million on our estate and my mother’s graveyard; why should

that land and house are both mine now. If you’re not willing to pay,

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the Lambert family with never–ending wealth, couldn’t

heaven’s sake! You can’t just dishonor her

her up and buried her somewhere else, no big deal. I’m hanging up now if there’s nothing else.”

totally gobsmacked. What do you mean just dig a

Mrs. Lambert was his mom, not Martin’s. What gave him the

you treat my dear mom like this? You’re way

yourself. That

phone and tossed it to his assistant, “Blacklist his calls from now on, unless

“Yes, Mr. Schnabel.”