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!”

of pity seeing her boss, dressed to the nines,

Palmer, t

for six straight years, was reduced to driving a manual sedan worth a mere hundred grand and playing

this stuff

partners will see this and think the Pollack Group

up…”

likes this one.”

is into clunkers. Ms. Noella must be feeling

“Won’t I scare her

way! Switching cars now, showcasing your power,

“Alright, got it.”

Meanwhile.

slender fingers tapped away at

the data, pulling up info

came through

Phantom Surgeon Lunaris, even posted a job ad on the deep web, hoping

“Disregard it.”

pitch for Lunaris also landed in her deep web

someone from Abyssal Organization gave us a leg up.

“We’ve had dealings.”

their split with you public. Should

for the boss’s behind–the–scenes aid, did Vincent really think he was some business whiz? With his smarts?

they couldn’t wait to part with their riches. Just the thought made Erek want

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tapping her pristine fingers on the desk

“No, based on market cooperation, claim damages

Erek was astounded.

up the Lambert

getting psyched!

the paperwork! Let Vincent taste bankruptcy!”

the intricate web of data, and

a somewhat recovered Milford along Rising Glory Mall’s luxury

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

a few times, flashing what he thought was a killer smile.

it weren’t for Briony dragging him out, he wouldn’t have had the chance to escape Tranquility City and

the new models showing up tonight made Milford’s heart itch with anticipation.

way to

lifesaver for bringing me those documents; you really pulled the Rosenberg family out of the fire. Don’t worry, I’ll

picture of

that Noella? What’s she still doing

Mall: Dressed in a simple

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

her!”

in Milford’s eyes.

hadn’t been for her,

made her bed. Briony, you’re the one who’s meant to be my