The Killer Queen ( Noella Briony ) novel Chapter 323

Peregrine just wanted to get out of this godforsaken place as fast as he could. He had truly fallen for Larson's tricks, believing that Palmer wouldn't touch him!

Not only was Palmer off his rocker, but that girl from the Schnabel family was a lunatic too! If those two ever got hitched, Peregrine couldn't even begin to imagine the hellish life they'd endure.

Staring at the dozen or so folks perched on the wall, toting sniper rifles, it was clear to any seasoned eye that they were hardened by battle!

How could these people be at the beck and call of Ms. Schnabel, a mere slip of a girl?

Blood streamed down Peregrine's knees, yet no one dared to step forward to help.

Noella coolly said, “Ivan, give Peregrine a hand.”

“Sure thing, Boss!”

With a chuckle, Ivan grabbed Peregrine's arm, dragging him like a dead dog all the way to the hall, forcing his head down to pay respects to Kendra Fowler multiple times.

Noella glanced towards Larson and the others. “Y'all need a hand too?”

Larson's muscles were convulsing!

While Noella did this, Palmer stood by her side, grinning from ear to ear, his eyes brimming with pride and joy as if he were looking at his most treasured possession!

Elara was dumbfounded! “Holy moly... My sister's too cool! Did Grandma Harriet teach her this?”

Helen gave her a glance, her eyelids slightly raised. “Probably, but Harriet wasn't nearly as bold as Noella in her youth. This girl is more like your grandad, bold and brash, but I like it!”

Seeing Noella's actions, Helen felt like she was glimpsing the woman who once roamed the borderlands. Noella also carried a lot of young Marcel's fearless spirit.

Sexton felt a wave of nostalgia. “Noella reminds me a bit of Xavier.”

Peregrine's head was bloody, constantly hitting the ground, feeling like he was on the verge of a concussion!

Facing Noella's gaze, Larson and the others were petrified, their movements exceptionally obedient as they knelt, their actions swift and efficient.

Larson was filled with regret. He thought he came here to cause a scene, but the only scene to see here was Peregrine getting his head smashed against the floor.

Peregrine had already passed out, eyes rolling back as he frothed at the mouth, unconscious!

The roar of the Mastiffs echoed not far behind, Larson's actions more agile than when he paid respects at his own father's grave!

"Kendra, we wronged you back then, but let's be clear, we weren't the masterminds!"

Back then, some members of the Pollack family were momentarily blinded by folly. They thought harming Kendra would doom Emeric Pollack, and indeed, Emeric renounced his claim. However, they did not expect Palmer to turn out to be a hundred times more formidable than Emeric! None of Emeric’s sons were ones these distant relatives could afford to provoke!

Palmer took Noella's hand and walked inside the hall, finding a stool and carefully wiping the dust off before letting Noella sit.

“Wait for me here.”

“Okay.”

After settling Noella, Palmer approached Larson.

“Dear nephew, this is all a misunderstanding…” Larson wanted to argue his case, but the next second, his face was met with a solid punch. The taste of blood filled his mouth, and touching his face, he realized several teeth had come loose!

Palmer's gaze was profound, but his lips curled into an extremely cold smile.

“A misunderstanding? Uncle Larson, it was right here, in front of me, that you burned my mother alive! Are you saying it wasn’t you who set the fire? And it wasn’t you who lured away all the Pollacks, leaving my mother alone at home? Who else but Uncle Peregrine orchestrated the downfall of her family, causing a series of car accidents? A misunderstanding, or the Reaper's mistake?”

Larson swallowed his words.

How had Palmer found out about all these things?