The Killer Queen by Noella Briony

Chapter 163

She spoke with a dismissive air, “Ms. Gruber is so clueless. Now that’s what I call rude. You should’ve seen your own vile face when you were hitting my staff.”

Yvonne clutched her cheek, her face a picture of shock as she stared at Noella. “You! You actually dared to hit me! Do your parents and brothers know about your true colors? If Mr. Pollack finds out you’re such an uncouth wildcat, he’ll surely dump you!”

“Really?” Noella’s lips curled into a frosty smile, her grin as chilling as a crescent moon in a winter sky, sending shivers down the spine.

Smack-

Another slap landed, swelling both sides of Yvonne’s face! Her face instantly puffed up like she’d gone a few rounds with a boxing glove.

Noella observed with a hint of regret. “I must admit, I do prefer symmetry. It’s just that your left side has too much makeup, it’s clouding my judgment. Maybe I should even it out with another slap.”

Hearing Noella’s casual threat of another slap, Yvonne was close to tears. “Noella, have you lost your mind? Ahh! Don’t hit me!”

She received several solid slaps, her eyelids swelling up, and she couldn’t even utter a complete sentence.

A Bentley pulled up to the curb, and from it stepped a tall, dashing young man in a sophisticated, vintage suit, his cuffs adorned with shining cufflinks.

Yvonne’s eyes lit up at the sight of Palmer!

If Mr. Pollack knew what kind of woman Noella was, he would certainly abandon her.

She whimpered in a delicate voice, “Mr. Pollack, my face hurts so much.”

Palmer didn’t even glance her way, walking straight to Noella and taking her hand. He gently rubbed it and tenderly asked, “Why did you have to get your hands dirty? That thick layer of makeup on her face isn’t good for your skin.”

Yvonne was speechless. She used the finest cosmetics, and her creams were custom–made, costing a small fortune per bottle. Yet, to Palmer, it all seemed like dirt?

He saw Noella hit someone, yet he was still so forgiving! This couldn’t be real!

Noella glanced at Palmer. “She hit my staff. She deserved it. Are you taking her side, Mr. Pollack?”

Palmer chuckled softly. “My heartless little thing, I came straight to you after I heard that you went to the gallery. As for her, if she’s something my fiancée finds offensive, then she should be taken care of.*

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like a leaf in the wind. “No…

waved his hand impatiently, and immediately, several bodyguards appeared, ready to escort Yvonne away.

Ms. Gruber. I’m afraid she might continue to bother Ms.

hand, said coldly, “If it affects Noella’s mood and business, then

raised her hand. “Mr. Pollack, actually, our gallery has been thinking

with a tender gaze. “What do you think? How’s the

the location

Walden. The gallery across the street, I’ll

the real estate prices on this street, Walden won’t agree

effortless dominance of a business empire’s ruler. “Giving three million is already being generous.

hard to acquire this gallery! Why should all her possessions be handed over to some country bumpkin! Everything that belonged to the Schnabel family

Noella is nothing but a lowlife, trying to

finish her sentence, a gleaming, high–end leather

her face, grinding Yvonne’s teeth, filling her mouth with the rich taste of blood. The shoe’s owner had a sinister

I didn’t hit you before because you were still a Schnabel, but now that you’re no longer associated with the Schnabel family, if you continued with such behavior, someone will address

to see nothing. Not even

CEO of the Pollack Group? If he wanted, not only

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he instructed, “Annie, you know what to do

is handled properly. Congratulations to Ms. Noella on the opening

or today’s incident, everything

it would be a shame if they didn’t realize

Gruber family would have to swallow

sweeping up Yvonne as the surrounding media tactfully turned their lenses elsewhere. They weren’t fools; tangling

an arm around Noella’s waist as they strolled into the gallery. “You’ll be running the place across the street too, won’t you? Doesn’t that sound exhausting?”

same to me,” Noella replied with a shrug. Whether it was one gallery or two, she was

and Nyssa were practically buzzing with

Ms. Schnabel’s