CHapter 230


    Pal Palmer Do you even realize what you’re doing? I’m your uricle! Your dad wouldn’t dare point a


    gun at me like this!”


    Eamon’s forehead was drenched in sweat, his jowls quivering with fear, and the wound on his leg


    oozed fresh blood due to his frantic


    movements.


    Palmer sneered. “Uncle? You tter yourself. Keeping you alive this long was my mistake.”


    It was now clear that there were other ways to dig into the secrets he was after. He didn’t spare


    these worms so they couldy a finger on his fiancés.


    Eamon shuffled backward awkwardly, his muscles twitching uncontrobly. “How dare you try to


    hurt me? I want to see Sexton! He won’t let you get away with this!”


    Palmer just smiled. “I was nning to take you all out, but since I’m not the only one after you, it


    seems I can let someone else take the fall for this mess”


    Eamon shuddered.


    What did Palmer mean by that? There were others out to get him too?


    “Getting on in years, Uncle? Not hearing as well? Did you miss the gunshots just then?”


    Recalling the earliermotion outside the hospital room, Eamon realized someone else was


    indeed seizing the moment to end his life!


    “Who is it? Who wants me dead!”


    Palmer cocked his revolver and fired, the bullet piercing Eamon’s other leg, blood sttening!


    “You ought to have an idea, Uncle.”


    He spoke casually as if discussing trivial matters, his gun discharging several more rounds


    Eamon let out a gut–wrenching roar. “Ah! Palmer! I’ll haunt you even in death!”


    His mouth issued threats, but his heart was flooded with terror.


    With all themotion and none of his bodyguards rushing in, Eamon knew Pa


    she’s not okay


    we have a child?”


    He clearly didn’t buy what Belinda was selling. After so many years apart, to drop a bombshell like


    this upon their reunion–anyone would have trouble swallowing that Especially a bombshell about a


    child, Larson grew even more cautious.


    If Belinda really had his child, why would she have mamed someone else?


    Larson didn’t care who Belinda was with in all these years, he’d never been short of female


    company Women were dime a dozen for him


    With a pitiful gaze, Belinda looked at Larson. “Back then, I kept it all from you”


    Wiping away tears, she recited the words she had long since prepared. I didn’t know I was


    pregnant. I only found out after getting mamed, but when I counted the days the child wasn’t


    Vincent’s! I was terified, too scared to evene to you. Then I gave birth, and someone


    threatened to tell Vincent the child wasn’t his if I brought her home! I was so scared, so I raised our


    daughter as the nanny’s niece. You can take Brony’s hair for a patemity test if you don’t believe me,


    I’m not lying.”


    Larson frowned, bombarding her with questions, not missing a beat as he watched Belinda answer.


    “So, you’re saying, you and I have a daughter, and now she’s about to go to jail?”


    “Um… Brony found out Vincent was involved in some deals that conflicted with you. She wanted to


    do something for you, even though you didn’t know she existed. Our kid is just too naive, I couldn’t


    bear to see her good intentions go to waste, that’s why I came to you!” Belinda sobbed through her


    story, the epitome of heartbreak and despair. She handed Larson the documents she had prepared.


    They were contracts from Vincent, several indeed conflicting with Larson’s interests, potentially


    harming him.


    “So, Briony got into this mess trying to help me?” Larson asked, his eyebrows knitting together.


    Belinda nodded through her tears


    “Well, that’s some dedication from the kid! I’ll arrange the paternity test. And if you’re lying, you


    know the consequences!”


    Belinda shuddered under Larson’s menacing gaze.


    Once she left, Larson’s expression changed.


    His secretary approached “Larson, are you really going to arrange a paternity test?”


    Larson snorted dismissively. “Idiot, you think I’d fall for her sob story? Do I look like I’m in need of a


    child? Even if she is my blood, what of it? But this Vincent fe seems to be Ms. Schnabels former


    foster father.”


    This meant that the Noe from the Schnabel family was brought up by Belindal


    Suddenly, Larson’s interest was piqued. “No need for the test, but not just any riffraff can im to be


    my child! Let’s put her in your name, pretend she’s yours. Who knows, this girl who came knocking


    might just surprise me one day!”


    “Understood, I make the arrangements.”


    Such maneuvers weren’t umon in the Pock family, the secretary had more than a dozen


    kids under his name. One more wouldn’t make a difference.


    Belinda’s dream of elevating her daughter into high society was about to shatter!


    Larson nced at his secretary. “Make arrangements to ensure Eamon’s departure is smooth.”


    “Eamon?”


    Eamon was Larson’s own brother. Was he really going to harm him?


    Larson closed his eyes, seemingly in pain. “It’s not my fault. Palmer’s shot went awry. If he had


    finished the job, I wouldn’t need to step


    The implication was clear- Eamon’s demise would be attributed to Palmer’s failed shot.


    Stepping out of Larson’s office, Belinda’s legs were trembling. Those few nces from Larson were


    enough to terrify her to the core, but the thought of Briony bing a genuine Ms. Pock spurred


    her on


    Meanwhile, at the antique shop, Megrez looked up from a pile of data, astounded.


    “Boss, Mr. Pock, Larson has sent someone after Eamon, just as you predicted. Our guys


    intercepted them.”


    Noe nodded slightly. “Is he okay?”


    “He’s alive, but that leg of his won’t be the same after Mr. Pock’s shot.”


    Noe was indifferent to Eamon’s potential disability, as long as he was alive, that was enough for


    her.


    Palmer was surprised. “You arranged protection for him?”


    “Don’t get it twisted.” Noe casually brushed a strand of hair from her face, rifying, “I’m no saint,


    and I won’t forgive those who cross me. It’s just that Larson targeting Eamon now will likely ssh


    back on the Schnabel family.”


    A little digging would reveal Larson and Eamon had just attempted to harm Noe. With Noe


    unscathed and Eamon in the hospital, if was clear something was amiss.


    Though it wouldn’t significantly affect the Schnabels, given Marcel’s unique position, Noe didn’t


    want any dirt on the family’s name.


    Palmer seemed moved. “So, are you helping the Schnabel family or… me?”


    “Of course, it’s for the Schnabel family, nothing to do with you.”


    Despite her words, Palmer couldn’t help but smile.


    Even if her decision was initially for the sake of the Schnabel family, perhaps deep down, there was


    a part of her doing it for him, right?


    Megrez stared at the message popping up on his screen. ‘Boss, this Larson guy is downright dirty,


    nning to off his own brother and then pin it on Mr. Pock and your folks. That’s just low!”


    If it weren’t for the Obelisk Organization’s preemptive control at the hospital, the news would


    probably be out by now.


    That’s one hefty load of trouble!


    Noe’s gaze settled on Palmer, standing beside her. “You didn’t arrange for someone to handle


    it?”


    “No. Whatever they n is just a dying animal’sst fight to me, insignificant


    Palmer stood up,posedly slid off his watch, and handed it to Noe. “Would you mind keeping


    this safe? I’ll be right back.”


    For him, Larson and Eamon had crossed a line they shouldn’t have!


    “Don’t worry. As long as those with ill intentions are gone, no dirt will fall. I’ll protect the Schnabel


    family.”


    I


    Noe didn’t expect he would also consider the Schnabel family’s part in all of this, feeling a sudden


    warmth in her heart.


    “If you need help, feel free to use the members of the Obelisk Organization at the hospital. Just


    make sure they’re wellpensated for


    their actions.”


    Palmer chuckled lightly. “Thanks, Noe. I’m just using this free time to take care of a couple of


    people. I’ll be back very quickly. Just wart a bit!”


    In one of the private rooms at the Pock Group’s hospital wing, Eamony on the bed, ring at


    the wound on his leg, grinding his teeth in anger!


    The doctor had told him his leg was beyond saving and that amputation was inevitable. Without his


    leg, his future was as good as over!


    “Damn that Palmer, if I lose my leg, I swear he’ll pay with his life!”


    Eamon yelled several times, but there was no response came from the medical staff outside.


    Cursing under his breath, Eamon struggled off the bed and as he opened the door, he was met with


    the business end of a gun!


    The person behind the gun spoke with an icy tone, eyes brimming with lethal intent


    “Funny, I’ve got a life that needs settling too!”


    razen?


    And with his own hit on Noe foiled, Eamon realized toote.


    Palmer was a wolf in sheep’s clothing! They should never have allowed him to grow up unscathed.


    “No, you can’t kill me. You still need to uncover the truth about your mother. You can’t kill me!”


    Palmer aimed at Eamon’s arm and pulled the trigger without hesitation.


    “I won’t be the one to kill you. It wasn’t me who harmed you, was it?”


    Eamon’s body was riddled with bleeding wounds, the floor a gory mess


    Palmer, unbothered by the blood beneath his polished shoes, approached the desperate Eamon


    like a sovereign of the night.


    He reveled in Eamon’s terror and his struggle against death. “Back then, you watched my mother


    die like this. Feeling all the from one’s body is indeed a fitting end. I won’t let you die so easily,


    Uncle Eamon. Enjoy yourst moments.”


    blood drain


    The bloodlust on Palmer’s face was like the whispers of a demon, echoing in Eamon’s ears. He was


    here for revenge–for the past.


    “You… you can’t do this to me. Larson isn’t innocent either! And there are… others!”


    Palmer nodded, wiping the blood from his hands. “Yes, I know. But Uncle Larson has to take the fall


    for your death, for now.”


    Palmer would keep Larson alive, but in the most unbearable way possible.


    Larson hoped to pin Eamon’s death on the Schnabel family and Palmer, but Palmer was ready to


    return the favor with arger burden.


    “As for the others, you’ve reminded me. It’s time to pay a visit to your boss”


    Eamon’s gaze wandered in panic,


    How did Palmer know about his boss? When did he find out, and through what means?


    A whirlwind of chaotic thoughts overwhelmed Eamon’s mind, buzzing with confusion.


    Palmer spared him no further nce. To him, Eamon was already a dying man.


    “You let me go, and I’ll tell you who was behind your mother’s death!”


    “No need I don’t require the likes of you to meddle in my affairs.”


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    Palmer tossed his revolver into the pool of blood and left the hospital room without looking back,


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    “Before he breathes hisst, I don’t want to see another soul here.”


    Yes, Mr. Pock!”


    The bodyguard outside didn’t dare lift his head as Palmer passed, Eamon’s agonized screams


    echoing behind him.


    Eamon recognized the revolver on the floor–it was Larson’s! Larson dared to strike at such a


    moment!


    With hisst ounce of strength, Eamon dialed the emergency contact on his phone.


    “Boss, save me. Palmer’s after my life!”


    The boss, flipping through a book, replied with a cold, mocking tone. “If he wants you dead, then


    die. Why bother me?”


    you!”


    “Boss! If I go down, he’lle after y


    The boss cut the line, ignoring all of Eamon’s desperate calls.


    In the car outside the hospital, Palmer sat back and closed his eyes.


    Annie shifted slightly. “Mr. Pock, the deed is done, and the word is out. The inner circles believe


    Larson killed Eamon. We’ve kept quiet about the attempt on Ms. Noe, but should we give the


    Schnabels a heads–up?”


    Palmer blinked his eyes open and pulled out his phone.


    He mulled over his next move for a moment. “Beckett’s no fool. If there’s trouble brewing with the


    Pocks, he’ll sniff it out sooner orter Better to give him a heads–up now than let him find out the


    hard way that Noe’s caught the Pocks‘ eye”


    After all, they were Noe’s kin, and they deserved to be in the loop about everything that was


    going down with her. What mattered more was that once Beckett got wind of the situation, he’d


    surely put some muscle on Noe’s tail for protection. That would make the scenarios Palmer


    dreaded far less likely to unfold.


    On the other end of the line, Beckett shot up from his swivel chair as soon as Palmerid out the


    situation in the bluntest terms.


    “What did you say? Those lowlifes had the gall toy hands on my baby sister? Oh, that is just


    peachy!”


    Palmer’s voice was ice cold. “Took care of one, but the other needs to stick around a bit longer. His


    number’s up, and I be the one to collect


    Beckett bristled at the idea.


    These scumbags had the audacity to target Noe, and Palmer v


    d to leave one breathing?


    “Mr. Pock getting soft on family matters? If you can’t bear to rough up your own flesh and blood, I


    can sure as hell do the dirty work for you!”