The Killer Queen

Zachary was completely lost.

What nonsense was Vincent spouting?

“What kind of gibberish are you talking about? Pull me up already! This crappy graveyard is giving me the creeps; I’m about to suffocate here!”

Who knew which jerk with no conscience tossed him in here and left just a tiny crack in the coffin, barely enough for him to breathe?

Vincent was giving Zachary even weirder looks now.

What was a perfectly good person doing lying around in a graveyard for no reason?

And to top it off, the Rosenberg family’s ancestral home was like two districts away from the Lambert family’s!

“Zachary, oh, you’re a sly one, eh? Getting people to fix up my ancestral home just to take it over for yourself, huh? Let me tell you, this graveyard belongs to my mother, and you’re going to give it back to me!”

The more Vincent thought about it, the more it made sense. Why would Milford secretly refurbish the Lambert family’s ancestral home without telling them?

It had to be this old coot Zachary eyeing the Lambert estate and graveyard, looking for a chance to snatch away their fortune hotspot!

“Are you out of your mind? I told you I have no idea how I ended up here, and now you’re getting all up in my face?”

“You think I’m a fool? Showing up in my mom’s graveyard with your mom’s ashes? Isn’t it just to sneak your relatives in here, stealing our family’s generations of good fortune?

And you had Milford work on our old house, all because of this graveyard! Is that Martin guy one of your stooges?”

“What are you blabbering about? When did I ever get my son to fix up your family’s ancestral home? Your rundown old mansion is worth fixing?”

Zachary scrambled out of the coffin, aching all over. He wasn’t exactly thrilled to see Vincent either.

Just as he was about to leave with the urn in hand, Zachary had another thought and shuffled back to the edge of the graveyard.

“You say this place has good fortune. Well, I’m here now; I might as well bury my mother here, too.”

Vincent snorted with derision. “I knew you were up to no good! You think you can scheme against our family, and I wouldn’t notice?”

“Who’s scheming against your family?”

What was there to covet about the Lambert family now, Vincent’s massive debts?

“You want to bury your mom here? Dream on!” He just knew Zachary was eyeing this piece of land for its blessing, hoping it would bless the Rosenberg family. Fat chance!

Zachary had his eye on the spot, too, and seeing Vincent’s reaction, this place must have top–notch fortune. If it could really bring wealth to his descendants, maybe it was worth making a move.

With that thought, Zachary just plonked down on the ground.

“You say this graveyard is yours, got any proof?”

There were no gravestones around, not even anything in the coffin to identify the owner.

Vincent was stumped! That heartless wretch, Noella, burying her grandma without even setting up a gravestone!

“You say it’s your mom’s graveyard, but there’s nothing inside, no gravestone; what makes it yours? I was just lying in that coffin; I could claim this graveyard is mine!”

Vincent’s eyes bulged, and he rolled up his sleeves, ready to smack Zachary. “Oh, look at you! So you admit it; you’ve been plotting all along to snatch this graveyard from our family!”

And the worst part? The ownership of this plot wasn’t even in his hands!

That damn Martin, he must be one of Zachary’s men, the two of them conspiring to take away this treasure from him. Belonging to NôvelDrama.Org.

“So you say it’s mine, then it’s mine, you guys can scram!” Zachary, clutching Valeria’s urn, was about to place it in the coffin, clearly intent on claiming this prime burial spot.

Vincent was livid, snatching up Valeria’s urn and hurling it down the hillside!

“Vincent, have you lost your mind? That’s my mother’s ashes! I’m gonna kill you!” Zachary was super close to his mom, and even Milford was raised by Valeria herself. Now, with Vincent throwing his mother’s urn, Zachary completely lost it.

He slapped Vincent on the head, spinning him around with stars in his eyes from the pain.

“Zachary, you dare hit me? That does it!”

Briony and Belinda were freaking out on the side, wanting to break up the fight but scared of getting hurt themselves.

The Fuller couple took the chance to bury their urn quietly. They were old, only there for their own business; who knew where Old Mrs. Lambert ended up now?

Vincent roared, “Where did you bury my mom?”

“I don’t care where your mom is; you just tossed my mom’s urn. I’m gonna finish you off today!”

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Briony was in tears. “Dad, Zachary, please stop fighting…”

Zachary was fuming at the sight of the Lambert folks. “Why the tears? I’m telling you, you dreaming of marrying Milford? Forget it! As if the Rosenberg family would fancy some ragamuffin picked up from the trash!”

Hearing her precious daughter insulted, Belinda couldn’t hold back and gave Zachary a kick in the waist.

With the ground all mushy from the rain, Zachary slipped, dragging Vincent down the hillside with him!

Briony screamed as they tumbled together down the graveyard slope.

“Ah!”

Vincent and Zachary’s screams were all over the place, setting off alarms for the petrolling folks. The flashlight beams from below suddenly swept over, and the guys on the hill quickly ducked and hid.

But Beckett’s patrol team was no small fry – over a dozen of them decked out with the latest gear, and they found their gang in no time.

“Who’s there?”

“Take ‘em away!”

Belinda got snagged by the patrol along with the Fuller couple and Briony. Vincent and Zachary, all tangled up and taking a tumble down the hill, ended up in an ambulance.

When the call hit Milford’s phone, he was cozying up with a few little models, his face all smudged with lipstick marks.

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“What? You’re telling me my dad got whacked by Mr. Lambert? And he was shoved off a cliff? What the heck happened?”

“Get over to the hospital; your father’s in bad shape.”

“Alright, alright, I’m on my way.”

Milford rushed to get dressed and called his mother Linsey, both of them hurrying to the hospital.

As soon as they got to the hospital, they found Vincent and Zachary in bed, groaning and moaning, with not a single spot on their faces untouched by bruises, a total mess to look at.

“What in the world happened here?”

Briony was in tears looking at Milford, ready to spill her guts, but then she noticed his face plastered with lipstick and his clothes reeking of perfume!

“Milford, what the hell have you been up to behind my back?”

Linsey slapped Briony across the face and snapped, “Zip it, will you? You’re not even part of

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this family yet, and you’re already poking your nose everywhere? Now spill it. What kind of crazy stunt did your dad pull? I’m telling you, this mess isn’t over today!”