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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a leaf in the wind. “No… you can’t

impatiently, and immediately, several bodyguards appeared, ready to

the street also belongs to Ms. Gruber. I’m afraid she might continue to bother Ms. Noella, which could

and business, then what’s the point of

our gallery has been

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

but the

it out. Throw the contract to Walden. The gallery across

him. “With the real estate prices on this street, Walden won’t agree to

a business empire’s ruler. “Giving three million is already being generous. Since this fool

gallery to give to Noella. She was on the verge of madness! She had worked so hard to acquire this gallery! Why should all

Noella is nothing but a lowlife, trying to take

her sentence, a gleaming, high–end

grinding Yvonne’s teeth, filling her mouth with the rich taste

a Schnabel, but now that you’re no longer associated with the Schnabel family, if

all lowered their heads, pretending to see nothing. Not even Yvonne’s weakening cries for help were

Pollack Group? If he wanted, not only this street, but the

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wiped Noella’s hand with a handkerchief, his tone indifferent as he instructed, “Annie,

to Ms. Noella on the opening of her gallery

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

be a shame if they didn’t realize their

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

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

gallery. “You’ll be running the place across the street too, won’t you? Doesn’t

to me,” Noella replied with a shrug. Whether it was one gallery

the gallery entrance, Jarred and Nyssa were practically buzzing

Ms. Schnabel’s gallery opening today!”