The Killer Queen by Noella Briony

Chapter 37

Sienna was still kind of hung up on it. Just thinking about Ashlyn’s tricks gives her the

heeble–jeebies.

“Don’t sweat it. Mom. Grandpa’s at Imperial West Hospital. I’ll swing by and check on him, too.”

“Alas, Noella, knock ‘em dead. I’ll sit this one out! I’ll make you a cake tomorrow!”

Noella was speechless. She wasn’t really counting on Sienna tagging along anyway.

Yvonne was beyond shocked.

The gunk Noella was chowing down turned out to be a homemade cupcake by Sienna herself!

Her face was so puckered it was practically twisted.

Yvonne felt a bit of schadenfreude thinking about Noella not getting any brownie points with Ashlyn at the hospital tomorrow.

If this kept up, Noella would definitely steal her thunder!

At Imperial City, the Pollack Mansion.

Annie, with a newspaper in hand, knocked on Palmer’s study door and placed the paper on his desk.

“Read it. I don’t recall being a fan of reading the newspaper.”

“Well, you asked for it, boss, so here goes! “Tranquility City’s Lambert family (originally from Linefort City’s Peace Village) Vincent and Belinda have officially disowned their adopted daughter Noella. The Lambert family wants nothing to do with Noella anymore and hopes to avoid further entanglements, parting ways amicably…“”

She cleared her throat and dramatically read the public notice from the newspaper, but Palmer snatched it before she could finish.

“A public notice from the Lambert family?”

“Yep, they’ve cut ties with Ms. Noella. I did some digging, and she was their adopted daughter. Now that their biological daughter is back, they’ve kicked Noella to the curb.”

Kicked to the curb? How dare they!

Palmer’s thoughts went to her gentle yet defiant face; she cared so much about her family, and yet she was treated like this.

His heart ached uncontrollably! He wanted to see her right now!

Annie, indignant, said, “Ms. Noella is such a gem, and they’ve gone too far!”

Palmer rubbed his temples, stood up, and grabbed his coat and car keys from his desk; this

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beat–up car had become his go–to lately, and even the mansion’s gardener got a new ride.

“Boss, you off to see Ms. Noella? Why not switch cars? This one’s a bit too shabby!”

her boss, dressed to the nines,

Palmer, t

billionaires for six straight years, was reduced to driving a manual sedan worth a mere

make this stuff

will see this and think the Pollack

up…”

likes this

girl is into clunkers. Ms. Noella must be feeling down after seeing the paper; pick her up

“Won’t I scare her off?”

Switching cars now, showcasing

“Alright, got it.”

Meanwhile.

Azure store’s back office, Noella’s slender fingers tapped away at the keyboard, and a string of gibberish characters appeared before her.

the data, pulling up info from a website she

came through the

a job ad on the

“Disregard it.”

in her deep web

a loss, but someone from Abyssal Organization gave us a leg up. Boss, we in cahoots

“We’ve had dealings.”

Lambert–family made their split with you public. Should we cut all ties

think he was some business

and Vincent cut her loose as if they couldn’t wait to part with their riches. Just the thought made Erek want

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on

softly. “No, based on market cooperation,

Erek was astounded.

every right to hit up the Lambert

getting psyched!

paperwork! Let Vincent taste bankruptcy!”

murmured an acknowledgment, ignoring the intricate web of data,

Milford along Rising Glory Mall’s luxury lane.

me, taking me to Imperial City for a shopping spree just after getting better.

around a few times, flashing what he thought

wouldn’t have had the chance to escape Tranquility City and hit up the grand opening of the latest club in

the fresh faces, the new models showing

few bags for Briony was also a way to keep her

those documents; you really pulled the Rosenberg family out of the fire. Don’t

the picture of a

still doing in Imperial

of Rising Glory Mall: Dressed in a simple outfit, Noella

those wild guys she’s snagged. I really don’t get what they see in

her!”

in Milford’s

hadn’t been for her, he wouldn’t be in

She’s made her bed. Briony, you’re the one who’s