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, driving a car that cost less than one

Palmer, t

to driving a manual sedan worth a mere hundred grand

make this

this and think the Pollack Group has gone belly

up…”

likes this one.”

clunkers. Ms. Noella must be feeling down after seeing

uncertain. “Won’t I scare her off?”

way! Switching cars now, showcasing your power, is

“Alright, got it.”

Meanwhile.

Noella’s slender fingers tapped away at the keyboard,

data, pulling up info from a

call came through the

the Phantom Surgeon Lunaris, even posted a job ad on the

“Disregard it.”

recruitment pitch for Lunaris also landed in her deep web

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

“We’ve had dealings.”

their split with you public. Should we cut

really think he was some business whiz? With his smarts? Avoiding bankruptcy was already a stroke

as if they couldn’t wait to part with

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pristine fingers on

on market cooperation, claim damages from

Erek was astounded.

to hit up the Lambert family for

getting psyched!

the paperwork! Let Vincent taste

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

along Rising Glory Mall’s

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

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

escape Tranquility

thinking about the fresh faces, the new models showing

also a way to keep her from tagging along later

you really pulled the Rosenberg family out of the fire. Don’t worry,

beamed, the picture of a blushing, bashful

still doing in Imperial City?”

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

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

her!”

shadow flickered in Milford’s eyes.

her, he wouldn’t be in

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