The Killer Queen ( Noella Briony ) novel Chapter 237

Yvonne delivered a series of swift, sharp slaps, leaving Briony reeling under the force of each blow.

Fresh from surgery, Briony's body was still frail, and it was only her thirst for the glitz and glamour that propped her up; otherwise, she wouldn't have even been able to stand.

But now, struck down, she collapsed to the floor, clinging to Larson's leg.

"Daddy, it's me, Briony, your own flesh and blood! You can't possibly disown me, can you?"

Yvonne, not to be outdone, rushed forward and clasped Larson's wife’s hand, trying to squeeze out a few tears to appear as pitiful as possible.

"Mom, it's Yvonne. Remember? You called me and asked me to come find you here."

Beckett, with a hint of mischief, tugged Noella back a step. "Let's hang back; the view's better for the show."

Suppressing a giggle, Noella gently tugged Palmer's sleeve, bringing him to the safety zone as well.

Palmer responded by slipping his hand into Noella's, their fingers intertwining secretly.

The other guests shared the same sentiment- this was a spectacle not to be missed.

If these girls truly were Larson's and his wife's daughters, intervening would mean crossing the Pollack family, and no one wanted to risk that. If not, it wasn't their place to sort out the mess. Either way, it wasn't their reputation on the line.

A muffled chuckle spread among the crowd. "Larson's got so many kids, what's two more?"

"True, but these two aren't exactly lookers. If he took them in, he'd be the talk of the town, and not in a good way. These girls would be a real hand-me-down."

With the whispers and crass words buzzing around, Larson felt his head spinning. He glared at Belinda hiding in the back, then kicked Briony away from his feet.

"Get lost! Who's your dad? A bastard child like you wants to claim me as a father? Our Pollack family isn't open to just any Tom, Dick, or Harry!"

Larson’s wife shoved Yvonne aside. "Who are you? I've never been in touch with you. I have only one daughter, and she certainly doesn't look anything like you!"

As she spoke, she shot Larson a fierce look. It must have been his mess outside that hadn't been dealt with, bringing all this riff-raff to their doorstep!

Yvonne, on the verge of tears, pulled out her phone, pointing to a message as she pleaded. "Mom, you asked me to come find you here at the party!"

Larson’s wife glanced at the message and frowned. "Your mother is our housekeeper, not me!"

Housekeeper? How could it be the housekeeper!

When Queenie had instructed her to make contact, she was called 'Madam'. Since when did one refer to a housekeeper as madam?

With a wave of disgust, Larson gestured to a man covered in dirt, addressing Briony. "Our bodyguard, also my secretary, Luther- that's your real dad!"

Luther had been tending to the garden and was still wearing his gardening gloves.

A woman resembling Queenie approached, grabbing Yvonne. "Yvonne, is it? I'm your mom! This is your dad, and now our family can finally be whole. Apologize to Larson and his wife."

Luther also grabbed the dazed Briony. "Right, being together as a family is what matters most."