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!”

boss, dressed to the nines, driving

Palmer, t

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

couldn’t make this stuff up!

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

up…”

this one.”

into clunkers. Ms. Noella must be feeling down after seeing the paper;

slightly, uncertain. “Won’t I scare her off?”

Switching cars now, showcasing your power, is

“Alright, got it.”

Meanwhile.

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

the data, pulling up info

encrypted call came through the site.

been sniffing around for the Phantom Surgeon Lunaris, even posted a job ad

“Disregard it.”

pitch for Lunaris also landed in her

Also, we had a snag with a deal; it looked like a loss, but someone from Abyssal Organization gave us a leg up. Boss, we in cahoots with

“We’ve had dealings.”

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

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

much for the Lambert family, 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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her pristine fingers on the desk as

spoke softly. “No, based on market cooperation,

Erek was astounded.

every right to hit up the Lambert family for the business

getting

draft the paperwork! Let Vincent taste bankruptcy!”

murmured an acknowledgment, ignoring the intricate web of data, and closed

pushed a somewhat recovered Milford along Rising Glory Mall’s luxury

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

times, flashing what he thought was a killer smile.

wouldn’t have had the chance to escape Tranquility City and hit up

fresh faces, the new models showing

few bags for Briony was also a way to

really pulled the Rosenberg

of a

What’s she still

at the entrance of Rising Glory Mall: Dressed

must be hanging on to those wild guys she’s snagged. I really don’t get what they see in

her!”

flickered in

been for her, he wouldn’t be in

Briony, you’re the one who’s