The Killer Queen

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 dime a dozen for him

With a pitiful gaze, Belinda looked at Larson. “Back then, I kept it all from you”

Wiping away tears, she recited the words she had long since prepared. I didn’t know I was pregnant. I only found out after getting mamed, but when I counted the days the child wasn’t Vincent’s! I was terified, too scared to even come to you. Then I gave birth, and someone threatened to tell Vincent the child wasn’t his if I brought her home! I was so scared, so I 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 I have a daughter, and now she’s about to go to jail?”

“Um… Brony found out Vincent was involved in some deals 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, I couldn’t bear to see her good intentions go to waste, that’s why I came to you!” Belinda sobbed through her story, the

epitome of 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 some dedication 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 came knocking might just surprise me one day!”

“Understood, I 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, I 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 same after Mr. Pollack’s shot.”

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 I 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! Owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

“Don’t worry. As long as those with ill intentions are gone, no dirt will fall. I’ll protect the Schnabel family.”

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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 time to 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, I swear he’ll pay with his life!”

Eamon yelled several times, but there was no response came from 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!”