The Killer Queen ( Noella Briony ) novel Chapter 173

Tandy glanced at Noella, a faint smirk playing on his lips. "Look, I've got no clue what you're jabbering about. Never laid eyes on you before. And as for Vincent, well, we barely crossed paths."

Xavier fumed at Tandy's unyielding demeanor.

Tandy had been in Lockhart Prison quite a while, and even Xavier couldn't always get a straight answer out of him. Yet the secrets Tandy held were so numerous, Xavier couldn’t bear to just off him with a bullet.

With a stride, Xavier marched over and yanked Tandy off the cot as if he were picking up a sack of potatoes.

"You gonna talk or not? Don't think I'm doing you any favors keeping you breathing!"

Tandy coughed violently, his face ashen, but managed a wry smile. "Xavier, honestly, I got no idea what she's on about. What do you want me to say?"

Noella interjected coolly, "Thorpe's on his way here. Looks like he's planning a prison break."

Tandy's eyes bulged in shock!

That idiot! Why would he even think of busting into Lockhart Prison!

Xavier dropped Tandy back on the cot, his knuckles white with tension. "I've never heard of anyone dumb enough to break into Lockhart Prison. Interesting!"

Palmer chuckled softly. "Xavier, hadn't there been a few attempts at prison breaks before?"

Xavier whirled around, snarling, "Zip it!"

He wanted to play the grand protector in front of Noella, and here was Palmer, eager to burst his bubble.

Xavier smirked at Tandy. "Those who tried to break out before—you know what happened to them? My throne's cushioned with their heads!"

Xavier's throne was studded with jewels, the life's worth of those would-be escapees!

Noella commented blandly, "It's ugly. Your taste is trash."

If anyone else had dissed Xavier's stuff, they'd likely end up ground into dust to stuff his throne, but Noella got away with it, and Xavier just beamed.

"Heh, your grandma always said I had no taste. You're right, kiddo, spot on."

Noella's gaze settled on Tandy. Her eyes were clear, ice-cold, unsettling even to someone like Tandy, who lived life on the edge.

Noella tilted her chin, eyeing Tandy. "You don't want to die."

No one planning to die would bother reading in a cell, especially not Tandy, with glasses missing a lens and barely holding together. This wasn't a man who wanted to end it all.

Tandy chuckled lightly. "Miss, nobody wants to die, but having found my way to Lockhart Prison, I never expected to walk out alive."

"Indeed. Thorpe seems to value Hollis greatly, so I made him to bring Hollis along when he came to rescue you. How touching to have all three brothers die together—family should stick together, right?”

Tandy’s fists clenched on his knees. “What the hell do you want? Thorpe and Hollis are innocent! They know nothing about what you’re asking!”

Noella snapped her fingers. “Simple. Tell me who ordered you to swap me out. Whose baby was it that took my place?”

She glanced at her wristwatch. “Oh, and to save your brothers the trouble of finding your cell, I’ve shared the coordinates with them. What do you think you’ll see? A rescue or a slaughter?”

Tandy stared in disbelief at Noella. His composure hinged on the belief that Thorpe couldn’t locate him.

“Are you the devil? Why are you doing this?”

Noella shrugged nonchalantly. “Their lives are in your hands now, not mine.”