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!”

twinge of pity seeing her boss, dressed to the nines, driving a car that cost

Palmer, t

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

this stuff

fear our partners will see this

up…”

likes this

must be feeling down

uncertain. “Won’t I scare her

Switching cars now, showcasing your

“Alright, got it.”

Meanwhile.

slender fingers tapped away at the keyboard, and a string of gibberish characters appeared before

pulling up info from a website she developed herself.

came through

a

“Disregard it.”

recruitment pitch for Lunaris also landed in her deep web

like a loss, but someone from Abyssal Organization gave us a leg

“We’ve had dealings.”

you public. Should we cut all ties with

aid, did Vincent really think he was some business whiz? With his smarts? Avoiding

much for the Lambert family, and Vincent cut her loose as if they couldn’t wait to part with their riches.

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fingers on the

“No, based on market cooperation, claim

Erek was astounded.

they had every right to hit up

getting

draft the paperwork! Let

intricate web of data, and closed the

pushed a somewhat recovered Milford along

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

around a few times, flashing what

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

showing up tonight made

Briony was also a way to keep her from tagging along later in the

pulled the Rosenberg family out of the fire.

beamed, the picture of a

she still doing in Imperial City?”

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

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

her!”

shadow flickered in

for her, he wouldn’t

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