The Killer Queen by Noella Briony

Chapter 230 Pal Palmer Do you even realize what you're doing? I’m your uricle! Your dad wouldn't dare point a gun atlike this!” Eamon’s forehead was drenched in sweat, his jowls quivering with fear, and the wound on his leg oozed fresh blood due to his frantic movements.

Palmer sneered. “Uncle? You flatter yourself. Keeping you alive this long was my mistake.” It was now clear that there were other ways to dig into the secrets he was after. He didn’t spare these worms so they could lay a finger on his fiancés.

Eamon shuffled backward awkwardly, his muscles twitching uncontrollably. “How dare you try to hurt me? | want to see Sexton! He won't let you get away with this!” Palmer just smiled. “I was planning to take you all out, but since I'm not the only one after you, it seems | can let someone else take the fall for this mess” Eamon shuddered.

What did Palmer mean by that? There were others out to get him too? “Getting on in years, Uncle? Not hearing as well? Did you miss the gunshots just then?” Recalling the earlier commotion outside the hospital room, Eamon realized someone else was indeed seizing the moment to end his life! “Who is it? Who wantsdead!” Palmer cocked his revolver and fired, the bullet piercing Eamon’s other leg, blood splattening! “You ought to have an idea, Uncle.” He spoke casually as if discussing trivial matters, his gun discharging several more rounds Eamon let out a gut-wrenching roar. “Ah! Palmer! I'll haunt you even in death!” His mouth issued threats, but his heart was flooded with terror.

With all the commotion and none of his bodyguards rushing in, Eamon knew Pa she’s not okay we have a child?” He clearly didn’t buy what Belinda was selling. After so many years apart, to drop a bombshell like this upon their reunion-anyone would have trouble swallowing that Especially a bombshell about a child, Larson grew even more cautious.

If Belinda really had his child, why would she have mamed someone else? Larson didn’t care who Belinda was with in all these years, he'd never been short of female company Women were da dozen for him With a pitiful gaze, Belinda looked at Larson. “Back then, | kept it all from you” Wiping away tears, she recited the words she had long since prepared. | didn't know | was pregnant. | only found out after getting mamed, but when | counted the days the child wasn’t Vincent's! | was terified, too scared to even cto you. Then | gave birth, and someone threatened to tell Vincent the child wasn’t his if | brought her home! | was so scared, so | raised our daughter as the nanny’s niece. You can take Brony’s hair for a patemity test if you don’t believe me, I'm not lying.” Larson frowned, bombarding her with questions, not missing a beat as he watched Belinda answer.

“So, you're saying, you and | have a daughter, and now she’s about to go to jail?” “Um... Brony found out Vincent was involved in sdeals that conflicted with you. She wanted to do something for you, even though you didn’t know she existed. Our kid is just too naive, | couldn't bear to see her good intentions go to waste, that’s why | cto you!” Belinda sobbed through her story, the epitof heartbreak and despair. She handed Larson the documents she had prepared. They were contracts from Vincent, several indeed conflicting with Larson's interests, potentially harming him.

“So, Briony got into this mess trying to help me?” Larson asked, his eyebrows knitting together.

Belinda nodded through her tears “Well, that’s sdedication from the kid! I'll arrange the paternity test. And if you're lying, you know the consequences!” Belinda shuddered under Larson’s menacing gaze.

Once she left, Larson’s expression changed.

His secretary approached “Larson, are you really going to arrange a paternity test?” Larson snorted dismissively. “Idiot, you think I'd fall for her sob story? Do I look like I'm in need of a child? Even if she is my blood, what of it? But this Vincent fella seems to be Ms. Schnabels former foster father.” This meant that the Noella from the Schnabel family was brought up by Belindal Suddenly, Larson's interest was piqued. “No need for the test, but not just any riffraff can claim to be my child! Let's put her in your name, pretend she’s yours. Who knows, this girl who cknocking might just surpriseone day!” “Understood, | make the arrangements.” Such maneuvers weren't uncommon in the Pollack family, the secretary had more than a dozen kids under his name. One more wouldn't make a difference.

Belinda’s dream of elevating her daughter into high society was about to shatter! Larson glanced at his secretary. “Make arrangements to ensure Eamon’s departure is smooth.” “Eamon?” Eamon was Larson's own brother. Was he really going to harm him? Larson closed his eyes, seemingly in pain. “It's not my fault. Palmer's shot went awry. If he had finished the job, | wouldn't need to step The implication was clear- Eamon’s demise would be attributed to Palmer's failed shot.

Stepping out of Larson's office, Belinda’s legs were trembling. Those few glances from Larson were enough to terrify her to the core, but the thought of Briony becoming a genuine Ms. Pollack spurred her on Meanwhile, at the antique shop, Megrez looked up from a pile of data, astounded.

“Boss, Mr. Pollack, Larson has sent someone after Eamon, just as you predicted. Our guys intercepted them.” Noella nodded slightly. “Is he okay?” “He's alive, but that leg of his won't be the safter Mr. Pollack’s shot.” 1/2 Chapter 229 Noella was indifferent to Eamon’s potential disability, as long as he was alive, that was enough for her.

Palmer was surprised. “You arranged protection for him?” “Don’t get it twisted.” Noella casually brushed a strand of hair from her face, clarifying, “I'm no saint, and | won't forgive those who cross me. It’s just that Larson targeting Eamon now will likely splash back on the Schnabel family.” A little digging would reveal Larson and Eamon had just attempted to harm Noella. With Noella unscathed and Eamon in the hospital, if was clear something was amiss.

Though it wouldn't significantly affect the Schnabels, given Marcel’s unique position, Noella didn’t want any dirt on the family’s name.

Palmer seemed moved. “So, are you helping the Schnabel family or... me?” “Of course, it's for the Schnabel family, nothing to do with you.” Despite her words, Palmer couldn't help but smile.

Even if her decision was initially for the sake of the Schnabel family, perhaps deep down, there was a part of her doing it for him, right? Megrez stared at the message popping up on his screen. ‘Boss, this Larson guy is downright dirty, planning to off his own brother and then pin it on Mr. Pollack and your folks. That's just low!” If it weren't for the Obelisk Organization's preemptive control at the hospital, the news would probably be out by now.

That's one hefty load of trouble! Noella’s gaze settled on Palmer, standing beside her. “You didn’t arrange for someone to handle it?” “No. Whatever they plan is just a dying animal’s last fight to me, insignificant Palmer stood up, composedly slid off his watch, and handed it to Noella. “Would you mind keeping this safe? I'll be right back.” For him, Larson and Eamon had crossed a line they shouldn't have! “Don’t worry. As long as those with ill intentions are gone, no dirt will fall. Ill protect the Schnabel family.” | Noella didn’t expect he would also consider the Schnabel family’s part in all of this, feeling a sudden warmth in her heart.

“If you need help, feel free to use the members of the Obelisk Organization at the hospital. Just make sure they're well-compensated for their actions.” Palmer chuckled lightly. “Thanks, Noella. I'm just using this free tto take care of a couple of people. I'll be back very quickly. Just wart a bit!” In one of the private rooms at the Pollack Group's hospital wing, Eamon lay on the bed, glaring at the wound on his leg, grinding his teeth in anger! The doctor had told him his leg was beyond saving and that amputation was inevitable. Without his leg, his future was as good as over! “Damn that Palmer, if I lose my leg, | swear he'll pay with his life!” Eamon yelled several times, but there was no response cfrom the medical staff outside.

Cursing under his breath, Eamon struggled off the bed and as he opened the door, he was met with the business end of a gun! The person behind the gun spoke with an icy tone, eyes brimming with lethal intent “Funny, I've got a life that needs settling too!” razen? And with his own hit on Noella foiled, Eamon realized too late.

Palmer was a wolf in sheep's clothing! They should never have allowed him to grow up unscathed.

“No, you can’t kill me. You still need to uncover the truth about your mother. You can’t kill me!” Palmer aimed at Eamon’s arm and pulled the trigger without hesitation.

“I won't be the one to kill you. It wasn’twho harmed you, was it?” Eamon’s body was riddled with bleeding wounds, the floor a gory mess Palmer, unbothered by the blood beneath his polished shoes, approached the desperate Eamon like a sovereign of the night.

He reveled in Eamon’s terror and his struggle against death. “Back then, you watched my mother die like this.

Feeling all the from one’s body is indeed a fitting end. | won't let you die so easily, Uncle Eamon. Enjoy your last moments.” blood drain The bloodlust on Palmer's face was like the whispers of a demon, echoing in Eamon’s ears. He was here for revenge-for the past.

“You... you can’t do this to me. Larson isn’t innocent either! And there are... others!” Palmer nodded, wiping the blood from his hands. “Yes, | know. But Uncle Larson has to take the fall for your death, for now.” Palmer would keep Larson alive, but in the most unbearable way possible.

Larson hoped to pin Eamon’s death on the Schnabel family and Palmer, but Palmer was ready to return the favor with a larger burden.

“As for the others, you've reminded me. It’s tto pay a visit to your boss” Eamon’s gaze wandered in panic, How did Palmer know about his boss? When did he find out, and through what means? A whirlwind of chaotic thoughts overwhelmed Eamon’s mind, buzzing with confusion.

Palmer spared him no further glance. To him, Eamon was already a dying man.

“You letgo, and I'll tell you who was behind your mother’s death!” “No need | don’t require the likes of you to meddle in my affairs.” 1/2 10:51 Palmer tossed his revolver into the pool of blood and left the hospital room without looking back, “Before he breathes his last, | don’t want to see another soul here.” Yes, Mr. Pollack!” The bodyguard outside didn’t dare lift his head as Palmer passed, Eamon’s agonized screams echoing behind him.

Eamon recognized the revolver on the floor-it was Larson's! Larson dared to strike at such a moment! With his last ounce of strength, Eamon dialed the emergency contact on his phone.

“Boss, save me. Palmer's after my life!” The boss, flipping through a book, replied with a cold, mocking tone. “If he wants you dead, then die. Why bother me?” you!” “Boss! If | go down, he'll cafter y The boss cut the line, ignoring all of Eamon’s desperate calls.

In the car outside the hospital, Palmer sat back and closed his eyes.

Annie shifted slightly. “Mr. Pollack, the deed is done, and the word is out. The inner circles believe Larson killed Eamon. We've kept quiet about the attempt on Ms. Noella, but should we give the Schnabels a heads-up?” Palmer blinked his eyes open and pulled out his phone.

He mulled over his next move for a moment. “Beckett's no fool. If there's trouble brewing with the Pollacks, he'll sniff it out sooner or later Better to give him a heads-up now than let him find out the hard way that Noella’s caught the Pollacks’ eye” After all, they were Noella’s kin, and they deserved to be in the loop about everything that was going down with her. What mattered more was that once Beckett got wind of the situation, he’d surely put smuscle on Noella’s tail for protection. That would make the scenarios Palmer dreaded far less likely to unfold.

On the other end of the line, Beckett shot up from his swivel chair as soon as Palmer laid out the situation in the bluntest terms.

“What did you say? Those lowlifes had the gall to lay hands on my baby sister? Oh, that is just peachy!” Palmer's voice was ice cold. “Took care of one, but the other needs to stick around a bit longer. His number's up, and | be the one to collect Beckett bristled at the idea.

These scumbags had the audacity to target Noella, and Palmer v d to leave one breathing? “Mr. Pollack getting soft on family matters? If you can’t bear to rough up your own flesh and blood, | can sure as hell do the dirty work for you!”