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!”

seeing her boss, dressed to the nines, driving a car that cost less than one of his

Palmer, t

to driving a manual sedan worth a mere

couldn’t make this stuff

lamented. “I fear our partners will see this and think the Pollack Group

up…”

this

must be feeling down after seeing the paper; pick her up in a

frowned slightly, uncertain. “Won’t I scare

Switching cars now, showcasing your power, is key!”

“Alright, got it.”

Meanwhile.

away at the keyboard, and a

pulling up info from

call came

Phantom Surgeon Lunaris, even posted a job ad

“Disregard it.”

recruitment pitch for Lunaris also landed in her deep web account for Lunaris.

had a snag with a deal; it looked like a loss, but someone from

“We’ve had dealings.”

with you public. Should we cut all ties with them,

it weren’t for the boss’s behind–the–scenes aid, did Vincent really think he was some business whiz? With his smarts? Avoiding

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

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paused, tapping her pristine fingers on the desk as if

based on market cooperation, claim

Erek was astounded.

partners, they had every right to hit up the

was getting

I’ll draft the paperwork! Let

intricate web of data, and

recovered Milford along Rising Glory Mall’s luxury

taking me to Imperial City for a shopping spree just after getting better. I’m so

around a few times, flashing what he thought was a

escape Tranquility City and hit up the grand

showing up tonight

bags for Briony was also a way to

a lifesaver for bringing me those documents; you really pulled the Rosenberg family out

beamed, the picture of a blushing, bashful woman.

What’s she still doing

frowned, eyeing Noella at the entrance of Rising Glory Mall: Dressed in a simple

must be hanging on to those wild guys she’s snagged.

her!”

in Milford’s

Noella, if it hadn’t been for her, he

made her bed. Briony, you’re the one