The Killer Queen by Noella Briony

Chapter 37

Sienna was still kind of hung up on it. Just thinking about Ashlyn’s tricks gives her the

heeble–jeebies.

“Don’t sweat it. Mom. Grandpa’s at Imperial West Hospital. I’ll swing by and check on him, too.”

“Alas, Noella, knock ‘em dead. I’ll sit this one out! I’ll make you a cake tomorrow!”

Noella was speechless. She wasn’t really counting on Sienna tagging along anyway.

Yvonne was beyond shocked.

The gunk Noella was chowing down turned out to be a homemade cupcake by Sienna herself!

Her face was so puckered it was practically twisted.

Yvonne felt a bit of schadenfreude thinking about Noella not getting any brownie points with Ashlyn at the hospital tomorrow.

If this kept up, Noella would definitely steal her thunder!

At Imperial City, the Pollack Mansion.

Annie, with a newspaper in hand, knocked on Palmer’s study door and placed the paper on his desk.

“Read it. I don’t recall being a fan of reading the newspaper.”

“Well, you asked for it, boss, so here goes! “Tranquility City’s Lambert family (originally from Linefort City’s Peace Village) Vincent and Belinda have officially disowned their adopted daughter Noella. The Lambert family wants nothing to do with Noella anymore and hopes to avoid further entanglements, parting ways amicably…“”

She cleared her throat and dramatically read the public notice from the newspaper, but Palmer snatched it before she could finish.

“A public notice from the Lambert family?”

“Yep, they’ve cut ties with Ms. Noella. I did some digging, and she was their adopted daughter. Now that their biological daughter is back, they’ve kicked Noella to the curb.”

Kicked to the curb? How dare they!

Palmer’s thoughts went to her gentle yet defiant face; she cared so much about her family, and yet she was treated like this.

His heart ached uncontrollably! He wanted to see her right now!

Annie, indignant, said, “Ms. Noella is such a gem, and they’ve gone too far!”

Palmer rubbed his temples, stood up, and grabbed his coat and car keys from his desk; this

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beat–up car had become his go–to lately, and even the mansion’s gardener got a new ride.

see Ms. Noella? Why not switch cars? This one’s

seeing her boss, dressed to the nines, driving a car

Palmer, t

straight years, was reduced to driving

make this stuff up!

partners will see this and think the Pollack Group

up…”

this

girl is into clunkers. Ms. Noella must be feeling down after seeing the paper; pick

slightly, uncertain. “Won’t I scare her off?”

showcasing your power,

“Alright, got it.”

Meanwhile.

Glory Mall, Azure store’s back office, Noella’s slender fingers tapped away at the keyboard, and a string of gibberish characters appeared before her.

mind the data, pulling up info from

came through the

sniffing around for the Phantom Surgeon Lunaris, even posted a job ad

“Disregard it.”

landed in her deep

a deal; it looked like a loss, but someone

“We’ve had dealings.”

split with you public. Should we cut all ties with them,

he was some business whiz? With his smarts? Avoiding bankruptcy was already a

loose as if they couldn’t wait to part with their riches. Just the thought

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her pristine fingers on the desk as if

spoke softly. “No, based on market cooperation, claim damages

Erek was astounded.

partners, they had every right to hit up

was getting psyched!

I’ll draft the paperwork! Let

intricate web of

a somewhat recovered Milford along Rising

for a shopping spree just

plaster–cast hand around a few times, flashing what he thought was a killer smile.

for Briony dragging him out, he wouldn’t have had the chance to escape

fresh faces, the new models showing

way to

lifesaver for bringing me those documents; you really pulled the Rosenberg family out of the fire. Don’t worry, I’ll treat you

picture of a blushing, bashful woman.

What’s she still doing in Imperial

frowned, eyeing Noella at the entrance of Rising Glory Mall: Dressed in a simple outfit, Noella stepped into

guys she’s snagged. I really don’t

her!”

in Milford’s