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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in the wind. “No… you can’t do this to me! I

hand impatiently, and immediately, several bodyguards

might continue to bother Ms. Noella, which could also affect the business of Ms. Noella’s gallery

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

“Mr. Pollack, actually, our gallery has been thinking about expanding

looked at her, then back at Noella with a tender gaze. “What do you think? How’s the place across the

the

Throw the contract to Walden. The gallery across the street, I’ll take it

him. “With the real estate prices on this street,

ruler. “Giving three million is already being generous. Since

never imagined Palmer would actually buy her gallery to give to Noella. She was on the verge of madness! She had worked so hard to acquire this gallery! Why should all her possessions be handed over to some

but a lowlife, trying to

her sentence, a gleaming,

filling her mouth with the rich taste of blood. The shoe’s owner

hit you before because you were still a Schnabel, but now that you’re no longer associated

pretending to see nothing. Not even Yvonne’s weakening cries

If he wanted, not only this street, but the entire Imperial City would bow to his

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indifferent as he instructed, “Annie, you know what to do with the rest,

I’ll make sure everything is handled properly. Congratulations to Ms. Noella on the opening of her gallery today; I’m sure it will be a booming success!”

it the gallery across the street or today’s incident, everything

Gruber and Schnabel families should know what happened; otherwise, it would be a shame if they didn’t realize their boss had

a foolish scene, the Gruber family would have to swallow their pride and accept the

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

Noella’s waist as they strolled into the gallery. “You’ll be running the place

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

Nyssa were

on Ms. Schnabel’s gallery