Chapter 12

Noella fanned herself with her palm, the roses blooming all over the manor, their scent rich and heady.

Palmer parked the car right under the Radi Building as Noella had said. “This the spot? I’m not too hot on the lay of the land around here.

Noella nodded. “Yeah, that’s the place. I’ll shoot you the cab fare.”

Palmer couldn’t help but chuckle, pulling out his phone and handing it over to Noella. “Let’s add friends on WhatsApp first, then you can Venmo me.”

After Noella added him and grabbed her backpack, she hopped out of the car.

Palmer watched her sprinting into the office building, even swiping an employee card to get through security.

Radi Building was chock–full of companies – was she one of the employees here?

Noella had a hunch and turned around to see Palmer still by the car, gazing her way.

Bathed in light, he was the picture of elegance and charm, not at all like a top–tier assassin who flirted with death on the daily.

Palmer waved at her, his face wearing a warm, genial smile, putting even Beckett to shame in the gentlemanly department.

Noella’s cheeks flushed, and she bolted for the elevator.

After she disappeared inside, Palmer whipped out his phone to call his secretary. “Radi Building could be one of my assets. Get me everything on all the companies and their employees here.” “Right away, Mr. Pollack. We’ll start the acquisition of Radi Building immediately.”

Noella made her way to the top floor and found a studio with no sign on the door.

Kitai’s face lit up with surprise when he saw her, “Boss, you’re here.”

Noella passed him the design draft. “Use display agents 3 and 5, a 30-70 mix then finish with number 8 for five minutes.”

“Got it! Boss, our new store is in the Rising Glory Mall. Wanna check it out?”

Rising Glory Mall was all about first–rate, blue–blood brands, a famous hotspot for luxury goods in Imperial City. If something was sold out everywhere else, you could probably snag it there.

Beckett’s face flashed in Noella’s mind; Rising Glory Mall was his turf, too.

“Nah, let’s pass. Give Rising Glory Group a 10% cut from our sales at the mall.”

Kitai’s jaw dropped – that was a hefty 10%!

of Master Azure’s designs, even at 10%, was worth a

big boss of Rising Glory Group some kind of lifesaver from her past

as I

“Sure thing, boss.”

Schnabel

to Yvonne’s

I’m telling you. The moment I laid eyes on that Noella, I got the heebie–jeebies, like something was off. But Mom, Dad, and the bros are all under her spell. They won’t listen to a word I say. Grandma, do we even have a place in

open, her wrinkly lids sagging with a

serious? You think Noella’s

was a blessed child sent by the gods. If she felt Noella was bad news, Ashlyn wouldn’t let

me, kicked me out without dinner, calling herself the only daughter of

only daughter? She’s got no place here if I don’t say

mask of

than a posse

wants to see

followed

Schnabel sons. She wasn’t a

a bench in the garden with a frosty. “Ms. Noella, you

clear the garden bench wasn’t meant for

was Ashlyn’s power play, maybe taking a stand for Yvonne? She didn’t mind. The Lamberts used to make her stand as punishment

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lost in thought about the Heartfelt Orphanage,

had taken the

the curtains, a smirk playing on her lips as she saw Hoella standing in the courtyard. “Grandma, you know what’s up. If she

rolling, not even looking up. “You said she doesn’t know her place. and there you have it. I told her to sit but didn’t

“You’re right,

An hour later.

standing like a statue, not having

details of her day at the Heartfelt Orphanage in her mind, profiling

Noella slowly opened her eyes, she had found

coming but had Palmer pegged, too. Those hitmen were

said, “Ms.

flowing cloud, not showing the slightest sign of fatigue or soreness from standing for an hour. Instead, every

then come back. I only recognize Yvonne and Elara as my granddaughters. Don’t think any Tom, Dick or Harry

Ashlyn and asked, “Excuse me, but do you have some kind

She suddenly opened her eyes wide, so pissed off–she threw her prayer beads across the

the beads shattered on the floor.

me having psychological issue the moment you open your mouth,

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