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.”

they had used the same tech. Looked like more

nice chunk of

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

milk, clearly prepped by him for

don’t get

puzzled. Was she known for having a short

nibbled on the sandwich, watching clouds race by the

fret, my fiancée.” Palmer explained, “Set it

for this op–top brass from the three elite deep web hit

Noella would be there, and to ensure her safety, he had been losing sleep for

over to guarantee nothing

“I know. Erek called me last night; my people are also stationed around the hospital.”

much rest either, prepping for

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

in the bag, thought for

breakfast, too, right? Here.”

faint smile played on Palmer’s lips; fatigue eased by her concern. “Hands are tied.

he really couldn’t take

the sandwich, and held it up to

“Thanks, it’s good.”

10:23

could he not know it

blush crept onto Noella’s cheeks as she fed

at Fortress Hospital’s entrance. morphed

Palmer upstairs to the agreed–upon ward.

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the door, wiping tears and feeling

could the Rosenbergs treat her like this?

picked out of the trash and acted all disgusted

even bother to back

her teeth in fury, but her gaze

doing at

in by

even here, right? Must be

eyeing the man with Noella.

like a custom job, just the jacket was