The Killer Queen ( Noella Briony ) novel Chapter 228

Larson broke out in a cold sweat in an instant!

To them, Palmer was just a clueless kid, a greenhorn who had ascended the ranks solely through the backing of Sexton. Without Sexton's support, he was nothing.

"What's gotten into Palmer? Did Sexton get wind of this? That can't be right."

They had been involved in their fair share of shady dealings over the years, and it was possible that Sexton knew but simply turned a blind eye.

Could it be that their mistreatment of Ms. Schnabel was the last straw for Sexton?

Larson was drenched in sweat as he stared at the photo on his phone, trying to regain his composure.

In the photo, Eamon had been wounded in the leg—it looked beyond saving!

The middle-aged man beside Larson asked with concern, "Larson, is Sexton meddling in this? Or could it be the Schnabel family stirring the pot?"

"It's not certain yet. If it’s the Schnabel family or Sexton, then Eamon and I can only curse our luck! Go find Lorne Richardson and ask him how we should handle this situation!"

After all, it was Lorne who had suggested they go after Palmer now, claiming it was prime time to strike given Palmer's recent injury.

After mulling it over, Larson decided to call Lorne himself.

Lorne's voice was weak, tinged with illness, as he fidgeted with a pair of stress balls in his hands.

"Larson, I only told you to rough up Palmer a bit, not to lay a hand on Ms. Schnabel," he said, his face twisting into a sickly grin. "After all, Ms. Schnabel... she's someone I have my eye on too. If you hurt her, I won't be pleased."

Larson scoffed. "Don't act like you couldn't predict we'd go after Ms. Schnabel. Don't even think about using me and Eamon as your scapegoats!"

Lorne shrugged nonchalantly, stretching his limbs. "Honestly, I didn't see it coming. My plan was to get rid of Palmer so Ms. Schnabel's engagement would be off the table, benefiting both you and me."

The Pollack family's eagerness to eliminate Palmer and grab power for themselves was blatantly obvious. What Lorne truly wanted was that engagement.

Larson frowned. "An engagement? Ms. Schnabel must be quite something to catch your interest."

Indeed, the girl had charm, enchanting both Palmer and Lorne!

Lorne chuckled. "So, Larson, are you in for a continued partnership? I want Ms. Schnabel, and you want the helm of the Pollack family. It's a win-win."

Larson was tempted.

Lorne's influence in their circles was formidable. If they could join forces, toppling Palmer might be within reach.

With the reins of the Pollack family in his grasp, even if the Schnabel family came for him, what of it?

Lorne threw in his final bargaining chip. "Besides, Eamon's mishap works in your favor."

"What do you mean? We're brothers by flesh and blood. Whatever happens between me and Eamon is our business, and you have no right to meddle!"

Lorne's lips curled into a silent smirk. "But with Eamon out of the picture, no one will suspect you, and one less brother means one less rival. Don't you get it, Larson?"

With only so many shares to go around, how much would be left for him if he had to share with Eamon?

Out loud, Larson stood his ground, "This is my affair. Mind your own business! If you want to work with me, show some sincerity."

"Fair enough."

After hanging up, Lorne's gaze fell on his companion. "Thorpe, what are our odds against Palmer?"