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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and my father

thinking, retorted, “Of course they aren’t

that was your biologically related niece.” Noella’s face

“What are you implying? What are you trying to

since you don’t want me to leave, let’s talk about who my

nervously, hands instinctively fidgeting with her hair

Tristan’s mother, and

state seemed to crumble at the mere mention of Tristan’s

“Ms. Noella, please, don’t provoke the patient. She’s still

peeling open Ashlyn’s eyelids and inspecting her

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

in her old age, it wasn’t happening now. She was just faking it, hoping to stay with the Schnabel

reached out to throttle Noella. If she could just dispose of this troublesome girl, it would pave the way for her Yvonne to marry into the Pollack family.

the sight

on her, Noella slapped her hand away, the resounding smack accompanied by several teeth flying from Ashlyn’s mouth!

yourself? I am your grandmother!

punch at the caregiver who was about to come over and

chilling. “Sorry, but it was you I meant to hit. I’ve never shield away from throwing

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

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into a beautiful, innocent smile, her dimples reminiscent of her mother Sienna’s but

As a reward, I

was genuinely scared

was a madwoman!

you! She’s clearly unhinged–a total lunatic! She can’t marry into the Pollack family, and the Schnabels don’t want a daughter like her! She dares to

a light chuckle. “Would my fiancée ever want to

frowned in thought, then answered honestly, “Sometimes, I do wonder. I guess I’ll see

visibly breathed a sigh of relief, his face lighting up with a smile akin to a sun emerging after a storm, as if

do my best. Leave the outside folks to me. It’s an honor to stand

and moved with ease, adjusting his suit as he

a few burly caregivers remained