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%!

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

Glory Group some kind of lifesaver from her past life?

as I say.”

“Sure thing, boss.”

Schnabel

in a faded blanket, listening to Yvonne’s sob

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

eyes snapped open, her wrinkly lids sagging with a

think Noella’s

If she felt Noella was bad news,

got my brothers to scold me, kicked me out without dinner, calling herself

only daughter? She’s got no

face was a mask

Noella stepped through the Schnabel family gates than a posse of tall and sturdy maids

wants to

followed the

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

led Noella into the Schnabel Mansion, pointing to a bench in

left, it was clear the garden bench wasn’t meant for sitting- rusty and muddy.

didn’t

13:10

in thought about

had taken the

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

I told her to sit but didn’t say she had to

sweetly agreed, “You’re

An hour later.

like a statue, not

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

Noella slowly opened her eyes,

her coming but had Palmer

and said, “Ms. Noella, please go

a flowing cloud, not showing the slightest sign of fatigue or soreness from standing for an hour. Instead, every gesture she made was dripping

Noella and spat out with distaste, “No manners. Go learn some and then come back. I only recognize Yvonne and Elara as my granddaughters. Don’t think any Tom, Dick

and asked, “Excuse me, but do you have

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

dodged smoothly, and the beads shattered on

Don’t come back until you do! Calling me having psychological issue the moment you open