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.

Noella? Why not switch cars? This one’s

a twinge of pity seeing her boss, dressed to the nines, driving a

Palmer, t

six straight years, was reduced to driving a manual sedan worth a mere hundred grand and playing an Uber

make this

fear our partners will see this

up…”

this

must be feeling down after seeing the

uncertain. “Won’t I scare her

showcasing your power, is

“Alright, got it.”

Meanwhile.

back office, Noella’s slender fingers tapped away at the keyboard, and a string

pulling up info from a website

call came through the site.

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

“Disregard it.”

recruitment pitch for Lunaris also landed in her deep

a deal; it looked like a loss, but someone from Abyssal Organization

“We’ve had dealings.”

public. Should we cut all ties with them,

the boss’s behind–the–scenes aid, did Vincent really think he was some business whiz? With his

much for the Lambert family, and Vincent cut her loose as if they couldn’t wait to part with their riches. Just the

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pristine fingers on the desk as

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

Erek was astounded.

up the Lambert family for

getting

paperwork! Let

web of data,

recovered Milford along Rising Glory

Imperial City for a shopping spree just after getting better. I’m so

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

had the chance to escape Tranquility City and hit up the grand

the fresh faces, the new models showing up tonight made Milford’s heart itch

Briony was also a way to keep her from tagging along later

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

the picture of

Noella? What’s she still doing in

eyeing Noella at the entrance of Rising Glory Mall: Dressed in a

wild guys she’s snagged. I really

her!”

shadow flickered in Milford’s