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.”

used the same tech. Looked like more brands had teamed up with

a nice chunk of change in

Wren’s Air Force background, casually

warm sandwich and milk, clearly prepped by him

so don’t get mad, my

known for having a

the sandwich, watching clouds

low near the hospital since last night, so don’t fret, my fiancée.” Palmer explained, “Set it all up last night while you

brass from the three elite deep web hit

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

in his head over and over to guarantee nothing went

circles under Palmer’s eyes. “I know. Erek called me last night; my people are also stationed

had much rest either, prepping for this showdown.

gig to juggle, making time

eyed the other sandwich in the bag, thought for a second,

too,

smile played on Palmer’s lips; fatigue eased by her

to focus on flying, so he really couldn’t take his hands off the

the sandwich, and held it

“Thanks, it’s good.”

10:23

was from his own stash–how could he not

onto Noella’s cheeks as

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

followed Palmer upstairs to the

་་་

the door, wiping tears and

treat her like this?

she was picked out of the

didn’t even bother to

clenched her teeth in fury, but her gaze accidentally landed on Noella

doing at Fortress

in

clients even here, right? Must be she

eyeing the

recognize him, but just his suit screamed big bucks–looked like a custom job, just the jacket was worth a cool two hundred grand.