The Killer Queen ( Noella Briony ) novel Chapter 239

To keep Palmer at the estate, Larson actually prepared a veritable feast of comforts and amenities in the villa.

If Palmer walked out today, any future attempts to meddle with him would be even more of an uphill battle!

Palmer looked squarely at Larson, a chilling smirk playing across his lips.

"Thinking you can keep me here with this crew? I'm afraid you're sorely mistaken." He said.

"I mean no disrespect. This is our own little shindig, you know. It'd be quite rude to bail on us now..."

Palmer couldn't be bothered with idle chitchat, "Pull the wool over someone else's eyes if you must, but don't kid yourself."

"What are you insinuating?" Larson asked.

Had Palmer caught on to his elaborate setup? But he had deployed cadres of hitmen!

He had put a lot of capital on the line to ensure Palmer would never return to the Pollack Group. Larson couldn't believe all his schemes had been unveiled...

Palmer snapped his fingers, and seconds later, the estate's perimeter erupted in explosive blasts. The chandeliers in the banquet hall swayed violently and plaster showered from the walls.

The blasts kept coming, one after the other, the closest at the garden just outside the hall.

That was where Larson had stationed a cadre of hitmen...

Beckett scrambled to grab his sister, only to clutch at the air; he turned to see Noella already in Palmer's protective grasp.

Palmer's hand shielded Noella's ears, his suit jacket enveloping her to safeguard her with utmost care.

Beckett stared at his empty palm with a cocktail of emotions brewing inside him.

It should've been heartwarming to see Palmer instinctively protect his sister, but damn, why did it leave such a sour taste?

The explosions outside sent Larson into a full-blown panic.

He could tell, every blast was right where he'd placed his hitmen.

Larson gritted his teeth so hard he nearly tasted blood, "Palmer! You've got a heart of stone!"

The loss was hemorrhaging his finances; those were high-ticket hitmen.

Palmer, half-carrying Noella, had strode out of the banquet hall and slid into the car waiting curbside.

Beckett followed close behind, his gaze filled with concern for Noella.

"Noella, you alright?" he asked.

"I'm fine."

This sort of chaos was nothing new to her. Only the Schnabels would think she'd be scared.

Beckett frowned at Palmer with disagreement, "Mr. Pollack, don't drag Noella into this madness again! It's far too dangerous!"

He was taken aback when the blasts rang out—shocked by Palmer's audacity to blow up Larson's estate right in the middle of a party. And then there was the fear for Noella's safety.

The more Beckett thought about it, the more he shuddered at the close call.

"If you're handling Pollack family business, Mr. Pollack, don't gamble with Noella's safety. She's our family's treasure. If anything happened to her, you couldn't afford the loss!"

Palmer's icy gaze met Beckett's, a silent clash in the air.

"I'll keep Noella safe. No one can harm her with me around. Mr. Schnabel, I know you want to protect her, but remember, you need to know she's not a delicate girl. Hasn't she faced dangers returning to the Schnabel clan?"

Beckett knew the perils that came with being a Schnabel better than anyone.

Noella smiled gently at her brother's pained and apologetic expression.

"I'm okay, Beckett! Palmer briefed me on the plan beforehand, so I wasn't scared. I don't want to be a burden to you guys. I'm a Schnabel, too, so don’t worry about me."

In truth, she could handle more than Beckett imagined, if not for the fear of alarming the Schnabels.