The Killer Queen ( Noella Briony ) novel Chapter 229

Belinda was resolute. "I'm doing fine, but our kid... she's not okay!"

Larson looked at her, stunned. "Kid? What kid? Did 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 married 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 married, but when I counted the days... the child wasn't Vincent's! I was terrified, 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 Briony's hair for a paternity 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... Briony 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. Schnabel's former foster father..."

This meant that the Noella from the Schnabel family was brought up by Belinda!

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'll 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 in."

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.

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Meanwhile, at the antique shop, Megrez looked up from a pile of data, astounded.