The Killer Queen by Noella Briony

Chapter 59

Palmer’s voice sounded a bit whiny.

Over at the Pollack Group, things were crazy busy, plus he’d been on–call like a full–time chauffeur for someone recently, racking up a backlog of work.

Now Noella wouldn’t even spare him the time for a meal. What, was he less charming than Thorpe or something?

“I wanna see you. Is that cool?”

The voice was so woeful it tugged at Noella’s heartstrings. Noella couldn’t help but twitch a smile and cave in.

“Alright, but I’ve got stuff to do in a bit.”

“Just text me the address, and I’ll pick you up.”

Noella grunted an acknowledgment and hung up.

Beckett looked up from a mountain of papers, casually asking, “Palmer?”

“Yeah, he wants to grab dinner tonight.”

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Beckett didn’t say much, just slid a bank card over to Noella. The black and gold card screamed low–key luxury, with the Rising Glory Bank logo catching the eye.

“Why are you giving me money?”

“Schnabel family dinners always involve give and take. Even if you’re engaged to Palmer, your gotta stay in the driver’s seat, get it?”

Beckett wasn’t thrilled about Noella hanging out alone with Palmer, but she’d already agreed, and he wasn’t about to cook up a reason to keep his sister tied down.

“Schnabel girls can play the game and handle a loss. No matter how tough the Pollack family is, if the Schnabels aren’t keen on a wedding, tough luck for them. Hang out with Palmer without any pressure. If you’re over it, just shoot me a text and I’ll sort out the break–off with the Pollacks in no time!”

Noella was flabbergasted. Calling off an engagement with a text?

She was gobsmacked!

Beckett chuckled a bit sheepishly, the picture of elegance and gentleness.

occupational hazard. Let’s keep it our little secret. Take the

“Thanks, Beckett.”

Chapter 59

East Sea

Azure suit, stood before Noella,

by Thorpe, and might even skip the

“Nah.”

situation soon enough. Dropping them a hint at the right time was all that

had Thorpe’s location pinned, then those Abyssal Organization goons beat us to the punch! They even said you should go ask their big boss directly.

plans

Ivan behind him, the two weeping in

sacrificing her charm for the sake of the organization. Boss, what if

head, correcting. “Are you daft? If it’s a pervert, it’s perfect bait for the boss. With those killer looks, what can’t the boss do? Boss, you can’t tell your

as a backup? Oh man, this is too thrilling! Who are we gonna end up marrying off

sometimes dealing with

two more sets to tonight’s experiments. No

kind of heartless boss was

I haven’t picked up, even

“Yeah, don’t bother.”

old Mrs. Lambert’s grave, with the Lambert ancestral home transferred, she

Briony was all dolled up and jittery. She finally managed to get the East Sea Culture Company boss’s number from Vincent’s contacts, convinced that if the East Sea boss took a shine to her,

was super confident in her looks, but the security guard at the door wouldn’t budge.

let me in. I really need to see Mr.

12:46

Alkaid

Did she not want to call Mr. Alkaid? The problem was

I promise I’ll be a hit

once–over. “Lady, what we don’t lack here are pretty faces and confidence. Your looks don’t cut it at our company!”

the big screen by the door. “See, you gotta at least

bought out all the mall screens to celebrate Noella’s birthday, and even the former Polaris Star Lab was plastered with birthday posters of her. Seeing

as long as it’s not hanging at the entrance of the Lunar Lab, we’re all good.” If Noella hadn’t put her foot down, they would’ve plastered her poster on the latest satellite and sent their boss on a cosmic

getting shown up by Noella’s face at East Sea Culture Company of all places!

work done! She

legs with delicate high heels clicking on the floor like