The Killer Queen

Palmer, even when he was throwing punches, was all grace and poise – it was like he had choreographed each hit, explosive power and alll

Noella was a bit dazed.

For the first time in her life, someone stood up for her!

Ever since Old Mrs. Lambert passed away, there had been no one in the Lambert family on her side.

Every time she bumped into Milford, even if Noella hadn’t done a thing, Belinda would openly mock her and then find an excuse to lock her up at home, sending Briony off on a date with Milford.

Even back when Briony was just the nanny’s daughter, she got the royal treatment in the Lambert family, way better than Noella ever did.

She never cared about Milford and Briony anyway.

Old Mrs. Lambert once held her hand, saying tenderly and said, “My dear girl, you deserve the best man, someone who would protect you unconditionally.”

Watching Palmer straighten his sleeves, Noella felt her cheeks inexplicably heating up!

Palmer looked down, his scent of sandalwood closing in on Noella’s breath, his magnetic voice resonating softly, “Did I scare you? Sorry, I just couldn’t hold back.” He was a bit on edge, momentarily forgetting that the girl before him was not just any young lady, but a top international hitwoman!

“Thank you.

“That guy just now, who was he?”

Noella’s expression was cool, “Just some trash, not important.”

“He said he was your fiancé.

Noella shrugged, “I wasn’t that blind.”

A flicker of delight crossed Palmer’s eyes. Even though he knew that guy had nothing to do with her, hearing her deny it still sent a wave of joy through him.

“Thorpe and Toxic Monarch must have gone to the private rooms. Let’s head over.”

Noella nodded, bending down to pick up the ruby cufflink Palmer had dropped, and handed it to him. But Palmer extended his hand, the empty cuff dangling in front of Noella, mischief sparkling in his eyes.

Noella felt a bit awkward. Putting a cufflink on a man was a bit too intimate, but after Palmer had just stood up for her, she couldn’t just brush him off!

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Thinking this, Noella didn’t refuse and bent her head to fasten his cufflink. Her fingers were cool to the touch, grazing Palmer’s wrist and stirring ripples.

Palmer caught Noella’s wrist and led her away from the dance floor, towards the private rooms. Noella could walk just fine. Why was he pulling her along?

Her hand was soft, not at all like the unerring sniper she was, not a callus in sight, warm to hold, and he didn’t want to let go.

“It’s crowded, and I don’t want you to get lost from me. Sorry for being abrupt.” He said ‘sorry‘. but the smile never left Palmer’s lips!

The back alley of the bar.

Milford was tossed next to a dumpster by several bodyguards, the severe pain leaving him unable to move an inch.

“Damn it, that damned Noella, just here to keep someone company, and she thinks she’s above it all? Once she’s in my hands, we’ll see how she begs. ouch… What a little tramp, a country bumpkin will always be just that. She should count herself lucky that someone like me took a fancy to her! Noella, you just wait!”

He was hit way too hard! Once he found out who that man was, he was going to make sure

Noella and her lover pay with their lives!

A strong flashlight beam shone into the alley from the entrance, the hobos who were sitting in the corner quickly ran over and spilled everything Milford said to Beckett.

Beckett’s eyes gleamed with malice! This bastard dared to covet his sister and insult her? Didn’t he know his own weight?

Looks like he should have dug deeper when they crossed paths at the mall. If he had, Noella wouldn’t have been kidnapped and suffered for no reason. This was all because he, as a brother, was worried she would dislike it, a dereliction of his duties!

Beckett suppressed his rage, his thin lips curling slightly as he said, “Beat him, but leave him breathing.”

A dozen thugs swarmed in! Milford’s screams and pleas echoed through the alley.

Beckett stood in the shadows, lighting a cigar. Amid the swirling smoke, his handsome face was filled with regret and self–reproach. Leaving Milford barely alive, he Intended to watch the Rosenberg family go bankrupt!

Inside the bar were hundreds of private rooms. The top–level rooms were inaccessible to the average bar–goer, where a bottle of champagne started at hundreds of thousands, and the floors were gold– plated, giving the feeling of stepping into a royal palace!

“Sir, madam, do you have a reservation?” The waiter stopped Palmer and Noella, as all the guests with reservations for the evening had arrived, but these two exuded an air of royalty. and the waiter didn’t dare to offend.

Palmer handed over his card, and the waiter hurried to verify it. “Mr. Pollack, please come in. your private room is ready!”

“No need for this room. The guests from earlier are in that room; they’re friends of mine. I’ll just join them.”

The waiter quickly replied, “Mr. Thorpe is in room 9, please!”

Palmer took back his card and led Noella to room number 9.

“Do you come here often?”

Why else would he have a card?

Palmer chuckled, his demeanor warm as a gentle breeze, with not a hint of the cold–blooded killer, even a touch of panic in his voice!

“Abyssal Organization has a room here. I had many missions in the country last year, so this place was convenient. Their cocktails are quite something: I’ll bring you here to try them sometime.”

It was normal for assassin organizations to operate in nightclubs. Noella had her own private room in this bar too! She was just asking, why was he so nervous?

Outside room number 9, bodyguards packed the area, burly men in black suits and sunglasses on the lookout, wary of everyone passing by, bulges at their waists indicating they were armed.

“Who are you? Get out of here!”

Palmer reached out, pulling Noella closer to his side, and with the bodyguards watching, they entered the private room number 8 next to room number 9.

The bodyguard frowned at the door of VIP Room 8 for quite a while. A few beefy guys stepped up, pressing their ears against the door, trying to eavesdrop on what they were up to.

Palmer yanked the door open, his shirt collar undone, his face stormy as a winter sky, “Scram!”

Seeing this, the bodyguards figured they’d stumbled upon a couple looking for a cozy corner to make out, so they chilled out and headed back to their posts.

Noella shifted her gaze uncomfortably as Palmer undid the top button of his shirt right in front of her, exposing his seductive Adam’s apple.

“You’re pretty smooth at this.”

“Turns out it’s a pretty solid cover, but it’s my first rodeo with this trick.”

After all, he hadn’t had the right lady partner before to play this game with him! Property © NôvelDrama.Org.

“So you’re saying you’ve got other disguises up your sleeve that you use more often?”

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Palmer was taken aback, sensing an undercurrent in Noella’s words. “You’ll see all the different disguises I use eventually.”

Why on earth would she need to know that?

VIP Room 8 was tucked away inconspicuously on the fourth floor of the bar, the tiniest room. that was still a squeeze even for just Noella and Palmer. But if a room could carve out its own niche on the fourth floor, VIP Room 8 had its own unique mojo going on!

Noella stretched out her hand and used her fingerprint to unlock the electronic screen in front. of them, revealing a live feed of the interior of VIP Room 9!

Palmer’s eyes filled with surprise and delight.

“The Obelisk Organization isn’t just for show. You’re lucky, picking my room,” said Noella.

“I think I’m even luckier not just for picking the room, but for picking you.”

Noella looked up into the handsome profile of Palmer in the dim light, his jawline sharp as a chisel, unwavering. He flashed a thin smile, his eyes burning with intensity as he looked at her!

Her heart skipped a beat as if in the darkness, some tiny seed had sprouted and was reaching for the light.