The Killer Queen by Noella Briony

Chapter 122

Ashlyn was utterly flabbergasted!

In all her years, she’d never been spoken to with such disdain. Who did Noella think she was?

“You’ve lost all semblance of a lady speaking to me like this. Do you think Mr. Pollack will still have eyes for you after seeing your true colors?”

Noella’s eyebrow quirked up with a smirk. “Or would he prefer a dried–up old prune like you? I know how I looked like, thank you very much. But have you ever taken a good look at yourself in the mirror? Has anyone pointed out your crooked smile? With that wonky eye, do you drool in your sleep?”

Ashlyn was on the verge of fainting from sheer anger!

Palmer couldn’t help but let a sly grin play across his face. He knew full well that Noella never minced words. Even during their chance encounters at the border, where her face wasn’t fully visible, she could silence an entire crew with her biting wit.

Her prior politeness towards Ashlyn was likely due to her respect for her grandpa Marcel. Without a doubt, his fiancée was the most understanding girl in the world!

“No matter what, I love Noella. She will be the only one for me, forever.” His voice was laced with a tenderness and an elegance that outshone the passage of time, sending a blush creeping up Noella’s cheeks.

How he could say such things with a straight face was beyond her.

Ashlyn was livid upon hearing this, her face turning a shade of crimson so intense she nearly passed out on the spot.

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“You… I’ll tell you this–unless you leave the Schnabel family, I’m not handing over those divorce papers!”

Noella just chuckled lightly.

Childish games? She’d outgrown those by the age of three. She couldn’t believe Ashlyn still played these petty little games.

“It’s you who should leave the Schnabels, not me.”

Ashlyn hadn’t expected Noella to be such a tough nut to crack! “You’re nothing but an embarrassment. Why should you stay with the Schnabels? Someone like you should leave, to bring peace back to the family. I’m doing this for the good of the Schnabels. Sooner or later Marcel will see my true intentions. I’m the one who truly has the Schnabels‘ best interests at heart!”

Noella’s lips slowly curled into a smirk, propping her chin on her hand as she regarded Ashlyn. “So, trying to displace my mother and push your niece into the spotlight is for the family’s good? Are you really that foolish not to know that inbreeding is a bad idea, or do you think your

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my father

without thinking, retorted, “Of course they aren’t

I thought that was your biologically related niece.” Noella’s face carried a light smile. watching Ashlyn’s

“What are you implying? What are you trying

say anything. You asked for me to come, and since you don’t want me to leave,

flitted nervously, hands instinctively fidgeting with her hair until it resembled a bird’s

me. It was always me. I’m Tristan’s mother, and with him, Marcel will have to marry

crumble at the mere mention

provoke the patient. She’s still your grandmother. If anything happens

open Ashlyn’s eyelids and inspecting

Not convincing enough. So, my dad isn’t really your child. I had my suspicions,

pupils and tongue betrayed her perfect health. While she might eventually succumb to dementia in her old age, it wasn’t happening now. She was just faking it, hoping to stay with the

If she could just dispose of this troublesome girl, it would pave

the sight of Ashlyn’s murderous

slapped her hand away, the resounding smack accompanied

yourself? I am your grandmother! If my son Tristan

rubbed her wrist and threw a punch at the caregiver who was about to

hit. I’ve never shield away from throwing a punch. Lately, I’ve been itching for a good

clutching her face, collapsed onto the bed, torn between fear and fury. “You’ve wanted to hit me all along, haven’t

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innocent smile, her dimples reminiscent of her mother

reward, I think I’ll indulge in

was genuinely

girl was a

see this, right? This girl is not worthy of you! Don’t let her deceive you! She’s clearly unhinged–a total lunatic! She can’t marry into the Pollack

“Would my fiancée ever want to hit me?”

in thought, then answered honestly, “Sometimes, I do

a sun emerging after a storm, as if he

to hear. I’ll make sure to do my best. Leave the outside folks to me. It’s an honor

adjusting his suit as he

and a few