The Killer Queen

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Larson broke out in a cold sweat in an instant

To them. Palmer was just a clueless kid, a greenhom who had ascended the ranks solely through the backing of Sexton. Without Sexton’s support, he was nothing

“What’s gotten into Palmer? Did Sexton get wind of this? That can’t be right”

They had been involved in their fair share of shady dealings over the years, and it was possible that Sexton knew but simply turned a blind eye

Could it be that their mistreatment of Ms. Schwabel was the last straw for Sexton?

Larson was drenched in sweat as he stared at the photo on his phone, trying to regain his composure. Exclusive content from NôvelDrama.Org.

In the photo, Eamon had been wounded in the leg–it looked beyond saving!

The middle–aged man beside Larson asked with concem, Larson, is Sexton meddling in this? Or could it be the Schnabel family stiming the pot?”

It’s not certain yet. If it’s the Schnabel family or Sexton, then Eamon and I can only curse our luck! Go find Lorne Richardson and ask him how we should handle this situation!”

After all, it was Lome who had suggested they go after Palmer now, claiming it was prime time to strike given Palmer’s recent injury.

After mulling it over, Larson decided to call Lome himself.

Lome’s voice was weak, tinged with illness, as he fidgeted with a pair of stress balls in his hands.

“Larson, I only told you to rough up Palmer a bit, not to lay a hand on Ms. Schnabel,” he said, his face twisting into a sickly grin. “After all, Ms. Schnabel… she’s someone I have my eye on too. If you hurt her, I won’t be pleased.”

Larson scoffed. “Don’t act like you couldn’t predict we’d go after Ms. Schnabel. Don’t even think about using me and Eamon as your scapegoats!”

Lome shrugged nonchalantly, stretching his limbs. “Honestly, I didn’t see it coming. My plan was to get rid of Palmer so Ms. Schnabel’s engagement would be off the table, benefiting both you and me

The Pollack family’s eagerness to eliminate Palmer and grab power for themselves was blatantly obvious. What Lome truly wanted was that engagement

Larson frowned. “An engagement? Ms. Schnabel must be quite something to catch your interest.”

Indeed, the girl had charm, enchanting both Palmer and Lornel

Lome chuckled. “So, Larson, are you in for a continued partnership? I want Ms. Schnabel, and you want the helm of the Pollack family. It’s a win–win.”

Larson was tempted.

Lome’s influence in their circles was formidable. If they could join forces, toppling Palmer might be within reach.

With the reins of the Pollack family in his grasp, even if the Schnabel family came for him, what of it?

Lome threw in his final bargaining chip. “Besides, Eamon’s mishap works in your favor

“What do you mean? We’re brothers by flesh and blood. Whatever happens between me and Eamon is our business, and you have no right to meddle!”

Lome’s lips curled into a silent smirk. “But with Eamon out of the picture, no one will suspect you, and one less brother means one less rival. Don’t you get it, Larson?”

With only so many shares to go around, how much would be left for him if he had to share with Eamon?

Out loud, Larson stood his ground, “This is rly affair. Mind your own business! If you want to work with me, show some sincerity”

“Fair enough.”

After hanging up, Lomne’s gaze fell on his companion. “Thorpe, what are our odds against Palmer?”

Thorpe, munching on an apple, nearly spat it out at Lore!

“What? You’re calling me in to take out Palmer? Lome, you’ve got a twisted mind! My leg injury is thanks to Palmer!”

Asking him to confront Palmer now was akin to sending him to his grave.

Lome raised an eyebrow. “Don’t you want revenge for your Cerulean Whale buddies?”

Thorpe finished his apple in silence, wiping his mouth carelessly. He shook his head. “We don’t play that game on the front lines. If it were about revenge, I’d be gunting down scores of people every day. Cerulean Whale has made too many enemies to count.”

Besides, wasn’t Palmer after Cerulean Whale for revenge in the first place? If they were keeping score, it was Thorpe who had underestimated the Abyssal Organization’s strength from the start!

Lorne kept trying to persuade Thorpe. If you truly don’t want revenge, you wouldn’t have come when the boss called you”

“Bullshit. The boss calls, and you expect me to ignore it, waiting to be chopped by him?”

Thorpe thought Lome was an idiot. The chance for Thorpe to loaf around Imperial City was too good to pass up!

Lome set down the stress balls. “Il find a way to weaken Palmer. Then you can make your move.”

Thorpe had no objections to that, smirking as he closed his eyes to rest. That was, of course, if Lome truly had the power to take down Palmer!

Lome reviewed his plan in his head, ensuring it was airtight before a smug smile crept onto his face.

“I need to get out of this hospital soon, or I’ll miss the start of the semester… and miss seeing her. Thorpe, you can proceed with the plan I set up:

Thorpe rolled his eyes. “Hollis has already taken care of it! You’re a shady one, always coming up with crooked schemes.”

Lome merely shrugged. “Call it crooked, but if it works, it’s a good plan.”

Larson set down the phone, a thin sheen of cold sweat on his forehead.

rin.”

His middle–aged secretary leaned in and whispered, “Larson, there’s someone here to see you. Says she’s an old friend. I’ve let her in

“Show her in, then.”

Larson often had visitors seeking favors, so he didn’t think much of it.

Enter a woman in a figure–hugging velvet dress, adorned with what seemed like costume jewelry that tried too hard to impress. Her high” heels clicked on the floor as she sashayed into the room, her poise carrying a hint of allure, Despite her years, she retained a certain charm, her beauty not entirely faded.

Larson stood up abruptly, his brow furrowing. “Belinda Fuller? What are you doing here?”

At the sight of Larson, Belinda’s eyes reddened with emotion. It had been years since they last met, and now, confronted with Larson, Belinda’s eyes brimmed with tears.

“Larson, after all these years, I still can’t forget you…

Larson quickly ushered Belinda to sit beside him.

“Weren’t you mamed? How have you been all these years?” he asked with genuine concem.

rds. Belinda burst into tears.

At his words,

Dabbing at the tears on her face, Belinda gazed at Larson- Her first love and one of the wealthiest men she’d ever been involved with. If only she’d known back then that Larson was from the affluent Pollack family, she would have never married Vincent, a man with empty pockets!

This time, she was determined to hold on to Larson, no matter what.

Besides, wasn’t Palmer after Cenilean Whale for revenge in the first place? If they were keeping score, it was Thorpe who had underestimated the Abyssal Organization’s strength from the start!

Lome kept trying to persuade Thorpe “If you truly don’t want revenge, you wouldn’t have come when the boss called you”

“Bullshit. The boss calls, and you expect me to ignore it, waiting to be chopped by him?”

Thorpe thought Lome was on idiot. The chance for Thorpe to loal around Imperial City was too good to pass up!

Lome set down the stress balls. Tll find a way to weaken Palmer. Then you can make your move.”

Thorpe had no objections to that, smirking as he closed his eyes to rest. That was, of course, if Lome truly had the power to take down Palmer!

Lome reviewed his plan in his head, ensuring it was airtight before a smug smile crept onto his face.

1 need to get out of this hospital soon, or I’ll miss the start of the semester… and miss seeing her. Thorpe, you can proceed with the plan I set up”

Thorpe rolled his eyes. “Hollis has already taken care of it! You’re a shady one, always coming up with crooked schemes.”

Lome merely shrugged. “Call it crooked, but if it works, it’s a good plan.”

Larson set down the phone, a thin sheen of cold sweat on his forehead.

His middle–aged secretary leaned in and whispered, “Larson, there’s someone here to see you. Says she’s an old friend. I’ve let her in.”

“Show her in, then.”

Larson often had visitors seeking favors, so he didn’t think much of it.

Enter a woman in a figure–hugging velvet dress, adomed with what seemed like costume jewelry that tried too hard to impress. Her high” heels clicked on the floor as she sashayed into the room, her poise carrying a hint of allure. Despite her years, she retained a certain charm, her beauty not entirely faded.

Larson stood up abruptly, his brow furrowing. “Belinda Fuller? What are you doing here?”

At the sight of Larson, Belinda’s eyes reddened with emotion. It had been years since they last met, and now, confronted with Larson, Belinda’s eyes brimmed with tears.

“Larson, after all these years, I still can’t forget you….

Larson quickly ushered Belinda to sit beside him.

“Weren’t you married? How have you been all these years?” he asked with genuine concem,

At his words, Belinda burst into tears.

Dabbing at the tears on her face, Belinda gazed at Larson her first love and one of the wealthiest men she’d ever been involved with. if only she’d known back then that Larson was from the affluent Pollack family, she would have never married Vincent, a man with empty pockets!

This time, she was determined to hold on to Larson, no matter what.

Belinda was resolute. Im doing fine, but our kid

Larson looked at her stunned. “Kid? What kid? Did