The Killer Queen by Noella Briony

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%!

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

Glory Group some kind of lifesaver from her

do as I say.”

“Sure thing, boss.”

Schnabel Mansion.

faded blanket, listening to Yvonne’s

crossed the line. 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

eyes snapped open, her wrinkly lids sagging with

think Noella’s got

Yvonne was a blessed child sent by the gods. If she felt Noella was bad news,

to scold me, kicked me out without dinner, calling herself

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

was a mask

sooner had Noella stepped through the Schnabel family gates than a posse of tall and sturdy maids stopped her.

Ashlyn wants

and followed the maids.

from the four Schnabel sons. She wasn’t a fan of Sienna, always sour–faced at the sight of her, leading the

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

meant for sitting- rusty and muddy. It looked like it would crumble if breathed

this was Ashlyn’s power play, maybe taking a stand for Yvonne? She didn’t mind. The

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in the garden, lost in

had taken the director?

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

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

“You’re

An hour later.

like a statue, not having

of her day at the Heartfelt Orphanage in her mind, profiling the killers” perspectives

slowly opened her eyes, she had found it!

had Palmer pegged, too. Those hitmen were

said, “Ms. Noella, please go on

not showing the slightest

learn some and then come back. I only recognize Yvonne and Elara as my granddaughters. Don’t think any

look at Ashlyn and asked, “Excuse me, but do you have some kind of psychological issue?”

wide, so pissed off–she threw her

smoothly, and the beads shattered on the floor.

do! Calling me having psychological issue the moment you open your mouth, I want to see how