The Killer Queen by Noella Briony

Chapter 98

Belinda and the Fuller family couple both got hauled off to the cop shop by the mountain patrol. Briony got off the hook since she didn’t really do much wrong; she just tagged along with her family to the graveyard. Plus, with Vincent needing someone to watch over him, the cops let her walk.

She was no match for Linsey in a rage! She Spilled the beans about tonight’s drama in just a few words.

When Linsey heard it, she got even more ticked off, raised her hand, and whacked Briony across the other cheek with a slap!

“You Lamberts are all nuts! If anything happened to my husband today, I’m gonna make your life hell! And you want to marry Milford? In your dreams!”

Briony was seething but didn’t dare to speak up; she just covered her face and bawled her eyes out, feeling super wronged.

She wanted to vent to Milford but realized he hadn’t even glanced her way, just glued to his phone, checking messages–obviously from some chick.

The thought of Milford possibly cheating on her turned Briony’s anger into pure spite! She curled up in a corner, trying to make herself invisible so Linsey wouldn’t go ballistic on her again.

A low–key luxurious sports car cruised into the dim light of dawn, rolling up to where Noella

stood.

Palmer, decked out in a deep brown suit, looked like a gentleman straight out of a medieval painting. Resting one hand on the steering wheel, he reached out to her. “Hop in.”

Noella had just settled into the car when Palmer leaned over to buckle her seat belt.

He kept the perfect distance, close enough for her to feel his warmth and scent but not too close to be intrusive.

“Where’s your meet–up with Thorpe?”

“Fortress Hospital. It’s neutral ground and doesn’t belong to any faction, so it’s relatively safe. Thorpe will be less on guard there.”

Fortress Hospital was indeed a solid pick, but it was a bit of a trek from Imperial City.

Palmer drove a few feet away from the sight of Serene Haven’s high–rise and then snapped his fingers.

The car morphed into a helicopter, its blades stirring up a vortex that made trees on the ground

thrash about.

“Sorry for the turbulence, but we’re pressed for time. This will be quicker.”

“No worries.”

Tranquility City, they had used the same tech. Looked like more brands had teamed

mean a nice chunk of change in

that even outdid Wren’s Air Force background, casually handed Noella a paper bag.

sandwich and milk, clearly prepped by him for her breakfast.

bit, so don’t get mad, my fiancée.”

puzzled. Was she known for having a short

on the sandwich, watching clouds

Organization lying low near the hospital since last night, so don’t fret, my fiancée.” Palmer explained,

from the three elite deep web hit squads

to ensure her safety, he

his head over and over to guarantee nothing went wrong. She

called me last night; my people

either, prepping for this

gig to juggle, making time for meals with her; even covering

the bag, thought for a second, then handed it

skipped breakfast, too, right?

fatigue eased by her

really

and

“Thanks, it’s good.”

10:23

stash–how could he not know

blush crept onto Noella’s cheeks as she fed

at Fortress Hospital’s entrance. morphed back into a car, and rolled into

to the agreed–upon

་་་

door, wiping tears and

the Rosenbergs treat her

the nerve to say she was picked out

bother to

clenched her teeth in fury, but her

Noella doing at Fortress

in by

that she had clients even here, right? Must be she knew about Vincent’s hospitalization and wanted to stir

eyeing the man with Noella.

just his suit screamed big bucks–looked like a custom job, just the jacket was worth a cool