The Killer Queen by Noella Briony

Chapter 86

“Craving anything to munch on?” he asked.

“Nah.”

Palmer got the hint and gestured for Annie to steer the car towards a downtown eatery.

“Into painting, are you? Prefer oil or sketch? Got a few decent pieces back at mine, could owing them by next time.”

“I’m more into oils. Don’t bother, I’m swamped with paintings as it is.” She said.

Master Killian must churn out a gazillion paintings for her each year, and Ivan, Killian’s star pupil leaves his works lying around Polaris Star’s lab like they’re going out of style.

“So spill. What’s your jam?” Palmer requested.

Noella couldn’t help but look up at Palmer with a puzzled look.

The guy was a mix of suave and ice–cold, one glance and you’d peg him as a ruthless ruler with a heart of stone. Yet, when he peered at her, all you could see was this uncontrollable tenderness.

Those deep and piercing eyes carried a touch frosty, while his whole vibe screamed a chilled elegance. And there, at his cuffs, a pair of ruby cufflinks added him an extra layer of posh.

“Why the sudden interest in my likes?” she asked.

“I could play the guessing game with your preferences, but hitting the nail on the head with gifts. is always a win. Plus, I wanna get to know you better.” Palmer whipped off his glasses that were perched on his prominent nose and put them aside casually.

Without the barrier of lenses, he could gaze more intently into Noella’s crystal–clear eyes.

“Before I knew you were my fiancée, prying into your likes might’ve! can, I’d rather hear it from you than through the grapevine.”

Under his intense gaze, it was like she could see a vast starry sky.

“Got it.” She nodded.

Now

are itching to figure me out, there

Palmer, “Saw this morning’s gossip rag tagging

froze instantly. Tabloid journos always cook up anything

bought that spiel, he’d be up incapable of

played on Noella’s

leapt into action as she

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Chapter 66

family member related to Mr. Pollack, and they were at the Pollack Group’s

Palmer. She just got a kick out of seeing him.

squirm.

haven’t introduced you to the Pollacks. Was worried you’d be spooked because they’re a tad overbearing. But since you’ve asked, I’ll set

couldn’t muster a smile. She never wanted to meet his

heart. He turned around to arrange a Pollack family dinner, and with Noella unable to get a word in edgewise,

Horwich Mansion

were flowing like a faucet as she said, “Grandpa, I never wanted to compete with Noella! But she’s just

to that piece and knew

tossed it, there must

Noella the gallery and wasn’t about to meddle. Whatever she wanted to do was fine

we’ll do: I’ve got

in their

a tenth of Merrick’s size!

her off with that little space?!

prime gallery, and she’s

unfair to me. Is she holding a grudge? That painting was my heart and soul. Grandpa’s an artist: surely he understands the significance of a work. If she treats an artist’s work like this, then God knows what she’ll do with the gallery.” She retorted.

as if it were nothing. “Noella can do as she pleases. Worst case, the gallery goes under. No biggie.”

No biggie?!