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.

Why not switch cars? This one’s a bit too

the nines, driving a car that

Palmer, t

was reduced to driving a manual sedan worth a mere hundred

couldn’t make this stuff up!

see this and

up…”

this one.”

out! No girl is into clunkers. Ms. Noella must be feeling down after seeing the paper; pick her up in a

uncertain. “Won’t I scare her

way! Switching cars now, showcasing

“Alright, got it.”

Meanwhile.

slender fingers tapped away at the keyboard, and a string of gibberish characters appeared before her.

the data, pulling up info from a website she

encrypted call came through the

Phantom Surgeon Lunaris, even posted a job ad on the deep web, hoping Lunaris will join their

“Disregard it.”

for Lunaris also landed in her

someone from

“We’ve had dealings.”

with you public. Should we cut all ties with them, too?”

weren’t for the boss’s behind–the–scenes aid, did Vincent really think he was some business whiz?

if they couldn’t wait to part with their riches. Just the thought made Erek want to

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pristine fingers on

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

Erek was astounded.

they had every right to hit up the Lambert family for the

getting

paperwork! Let Vincent taste bankruptcy!”

an acknowledgment, ignoring the intricate web of data, and closed

somewhat recovered Milford along Rising

taking me to Imperial City for a shopping spree just after getting better.

around a few times, flashing what

had the chance to escape Tranquility City and

about the fresh faces, the new models showing up

a few bags for Briony was also a way to keep her from tagging along later in the

those documents; you really pulled the Rosenberg family out of the fire. Don’t

beamed, the picture of a blushing,

still

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

to those wild guys she’s snagged. I really

her!”

in Milford’s eyes.