The Killer Queen by Noella Briony

Chapter 130

Every exhibition at the gallery was overseen by Petra and her team. Plus, since Merrick didn’t establish the gallery to turn a profit, and Travis wasn’t specifically in charge of the exhibitions, no one realized how much Petra had overcharged them!

She had been siphoning gallery funds all along, behind the scenes!

“No big deal just one look and you’ll know.”

She reviewed all the past exhibitions the gallery had hosted. Some of the materials happened to have been developed by Polaris Star, but after failing to meet Noella’s standards, their patents were sold to other labs. No one knew the cost of those materials better than her!

In addition, the markup in Petra’s quotes was outrageously high.

Indeed, the patents for those materials had been sold to the Gruber family’s corporation, while the successful Polaris Star products were marketed under their own brand.

Several material suppliers under Beckett’s control had long–term contracts with Polaris Star.

“Ms. Noella, even although Petra has been taken away, what about her team? Could they leak information about the exhibition? Will tomorrow’s event be compromised?” Travis found it hard to believe that Petra was capable of such deceit! After all, if she could embezzle from the gallery for years, she could just as well spill trade secrets to the Gruber family’s gallery!

“Don’t worry, I’ve made the necessary changes. We’ll start setting up as soon as the materials arrive.”

“Alright!”

Travis was still anxious about tomorrow’s exhibition, but Noella’s calm demeanor suddenly filled him with confidence.

Ms. Noella was so capable, she might have another ace up her sleeve.

After wrapping up at the gallery, the moon hung high outside the window.

Annie knocked on the office door. “Ms. Noella, Mr. Pollack is here to take you home for dinner.”

Dinner? Tonight was dinner at the Schnabel family home, and it seemed the elders must have been nagging her to come home already.

Checking her phone, sure enough, there were several messages from Marcel, wondering why she hadn’t come home yet.

[Noella, why aren’t you home yet?]

[Pick up a box of date and sweet potato pie for me on your way home, I’m craving it.]

(Oh, don’t worry if you can’t find it, no need to go out of your way, just come home!]

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lips, as if she could already see Marcel babbling on before her, eagerly anticipating his dessert.

Don’t wait for

immediately: [We must wait! Hurry back,

discussing the details of

adorned with a professional

listening to her give orders, Annie could

keep a close eye on things.

“See you tomorrow.”

having already opened the

a second, burning with intensity like moonlight, until she got into the car. Every time he saw her, he found it

Joy Pastry first? Grandpa

to respond, “Of course! Absolutely no problem!”

was a trivial matter, given that it was Ms.

Annie; why did his assistant seem so overly enthusiastic about

“Thank you.”

Whatever you ask,

the rear–view mirror, she saw her boss looking at her with a displeased expression. Had

enthusiasm for Ms. Noella might have sparked jealousy in

prospects, Annie chose to be the perfect assistant, always eager to please

mood seemed to improve at her

fiancée have a favorite dessert?”

not fond of sweets.”

but Old Mrs. Lambert

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and sweet

replace her grandmother’s

a wistful look to Noella’s eyes.

Noella’s hand, pulling her towards him

waist.

“Let go.”

a moment; it’ll be quick. You might not realize, but reviewing all those financial statements

for the Pollack Group was demanding, and before meeting Noella, Palmer practically lived at the office, seldom returning