The Killer Queen ( Noella Briony ) novel Chapter 236

Yvonne made her way across the room towards the woman chatting animatedly beside Larson.

Meanwhile, tucked away in a corner, Belinda supported Briony, who was struggling to stand. Having undergone surgery just the day before, Briony was drained of strength, her complexion ashen.

“Mom, who is my father, really?”

The guests at the Pollack family soiree represented a blend of affluence and influence. The dazzling array of luxurious gowns was enough to make Briony's head spin! Above all, there was Larson in the spotlight, donning a bespoke suit – a privilege that money alone couldn't buy.

Vincent had once coveted a suit from that designer, only to be turned away after a humiliating wealth check. The brand had stuck in Briony's memory following Vincent’s rant at home.

“Oh, Briony, just you wait and see; your father's identity is bound to knock your socks off!”

Her heart pounding, Briony wondered, could Larson be her father?

The Pollack family – a name synonymous with wealth. Vincent’s entire fortune wouldn't come close to being a fraction of their wealth. Rumor had it that the Pollack children’s monthly allowances started in the millions.

If Larson was her biological father, a life of luxury awaited her! And Milford, whom she once thought out of her league, along with all the men at the gala, could be within her reach.

Belinda held Briony steady. “We can't afford to offend any guests here. Let’s wait for your father to come to us.”

Briony nodded absent-mindedly, her gaze catching a familiar figure entering the room.

Her pupils dilated, voice quivering. “Mom, isn’t that Noella?”

Belinda followed her daughter's gaze.

The girl in a pale blue gown seemed like a woodland fairy, her skin radiant. The gown flowed in delicate layers, accented with subtle patterns, and trailed behind her as she entered, flanked by two men who released the hem of her dress to the floor.

Noella’s hands were encased in matching light gloves, linking arms with Palmer and Beckett as they made their entrance, instantly becoming the center of attention.

She was breathtaking, and Briony’s envy flared, especially considering the men beside Noella- one wearing a tie to match her dress, and the other in a suit of the same palette.

Briony clenched her teeth in frustration. “Mom, why does Noella get to flirt with two men at once? Don’t they know how messy her personal life is?”

Belinda was unsure.

Hadn't Noella visited the maternity ward at Fortress Hospital? Surely a sign of a tumultuous love life, uncertain of the father of her child!

Briony’s eyes filled with resentment and bitterness, especially when Larson personally greeted them, chatting amicably with the man in the pale suit beside Noella – that made Briony's jealousy peak.

Larson’s friendly demeanor indicated the man must be someone of significance.

Unable to stand it any longer, Briony tugged on Belinda’s arm, making her way towards Larson.

Larson smiled as he looked at Palmer, noticing his sharp suit and smiling in response. He remembered that Palmer didn't like light-colored suits. Now, willing to wear light colors to match his fiancée's outfit, it was clear that the idea of taking action against Ms. Schnabel suggested by Eamon was not a bad one.

The approach was a bit rushed, but Larson believed that if given the chance, Palmer's expression would be even more interesting than it was years ago.

Thinking of this, Larson's expression became even more intriguing.