The Killer Queen by Noella Briony

Chapter 142

Yvonne was at her wit’s end!

Her looks and upbringing were all superior to Noella’s. Yvonne had been received top–notch education since she was in diapers, so how on earth was Noella, that backwoods bumpkin, outshining her?

Staring at her phone, she could see the marketing teams under Stirling’s command were practically rocketing Noella’s artwork to the stars!

Yvonne felt a pang of heartache so acute it was as if her heart was bleeding. Her gaze shifted to Ashlyn, whose breathing was fragile and weak, and a wave of self–pity washed over her.

Why should Noella be out there living it up while she was stuck in this sterile hospital, keeping company with an old woman who was more dead than alive?

Now that Ashlyn had divorced Marcel, the title of being related to her meant nothing to Yvonne anymore. With a look of cold indifference, Yvonne stood up from beside Ashlyn’s ICU bed and walked out without a backward glance.

She was expected to stay here with this old woman while the Schnabel family was ready to ship her off to Gerastor, never to return? Fat chance!

Yvonne called Walden once again, “Walden, let’s revisit our last conversation, shall we? I assure you, there won’t be any slip–ups this time!”

“Find yourself somewhere to stay. I’ll get back to you,” Walden said, ready to hang up, but Yvonne quickly added, “I’m…out of money.”

“You’re the daughter of the Schnabel family, and you don’t even have enough to cover a hotel stay? Fine, I’ll transfer some to you.”

Walden frowned, his eyes filled with disdain and revulsion. To think a daughter of the Schnabel family had fallen this low; clearly, her brains were just for show.

After the call, Yvonne glanced at her account balance, freshly padded with funds, and left the hospital without a second look.

Meanwhile, Noella was collaborating with Master Killian on a painting, and word had already spread throughout the industry.

When Annie handed Palmer the phone, he was in the midst of a merger meeting, calculating financial risks with his partners, all of whom were on the edge of their seats. Suddenly, they saw their stone–faced, iron–willed boss break into a smile – a tender, adoring smile that seemed to melt in the warmth of his gaze. A chill ran down the spines of everyone present.

After Annie explained that the boss’s fiancée, Noella Schnabel of the Schnabel family, was a direct mentee of Master Killian, it all made sense.

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No wonder their boss showed such a gentle side when it came to Noella. A socialite as talented as her was bound to be Palmer’s pride and joy.

The partners began to whisper among themselves,

Ms. Schnabel’s birthday live stream; the Schnabels certainly dote on their daughter.”

that

any single person in Imperial City didn’t know about

just as lovely painting. Her arm muscles moved with grace and elegance, each gesture like

“Save the video,”

he wanted to

and I’ve selected the best shots from the media

– albeit at a noticeably faster pace. It was clear to all that the boss was

in half an hour. Palmer, signing documents, asked curtly. “What time is

over, and Ms. Noella hasn’t left work yet. Master Killian has already gone home,”

pushed the signed papers forward. As the partners looked up, Palmer’s silhouette had already vanished

wrapped up quickly.

actor winner, gracefully deflected them. His mere smile satisfied the eager cameras. In showbiz, Stirling was the epitome of someone with incredibly large fan

the media flurry, Beckett saw the

Noella’s hand, “Noella, you’ve done well. But don’t overdo it; you’re the youngest of our family. There’s no need to push

too! But don’t wear yourself out. If the gallery needs anything, come to

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just taken the opportunity to scour the gallery’s accounts, looking for any discrepancies to protect his precious daughter, but found she’d managed everything perfectly. His daughter was practically the one and the

it. I’m

left, a cluster of artists lingered by Noella’s paintings,

We’re here to learn,

being able to study Master Killian’s work would be enough. We don’t need

at the group of artists before

a good fit, I’ll invite you through the proper channels, and you will be

of boss who

them right away!”

smashing success. Your collaboration piece with

your

a sharp business suit. Tying her misty locks into a

few figures circled in red ink by someone, each followed by

a cartoon bear fluttered to the