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

some kind of lifesaver from her past life?

do as I say.”

“Sure thing, boss.”

the Schnabel

blanket, listening to

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

snapped open, her wrinkly lids sagging with a

serious? You think Noella’s got bad juju?”

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

me out without dinner, calling

got no place here

face was a mask of smug delight.

had Noella stepped through the Schnabel family gates than a posse of tall

Ashlyn wants to

followed the maids.

house, away from the Schnabel crowd, except for the annual visits from the four Schnabel sons. She wasn’t a fan of Sienna, always sour–faced at the sight

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

was clear the garden bench wasn’t meant for sitting- rusty

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

13:10

the garden, lost in thought about the Heartfelt

taken

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

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

agreed, “You’re

An hour later.

was still there, standing like a statue, not having moved

in her mind, profiling the

Noella slowly opened her eyes, she had found

Palmer pegged, too. Those hitmen were just a smokescreen.

maid stood behind Noella and said,

Ashlyn lived. She moved with the grace of a flowing cloud, not showing the slightest sign of fatigue or soreness from

spat out with distaste, “No manners. Go learn some and then come back. I only recognize Yvonne and Elara

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

suddenly opened her eyes wide, so pissed

the beads shattered on the floor.

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