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

of pity seeing her boss, dressed to the nines, driving a car that cost less than one of his

Palmer, t

list of young billionaires for six straight years, was reduced to driving a manual sedan worth a

make this stuff

“I fear our partners will see this

up…”

likes this

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

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

cars now, 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.

pulling up info from a website

came through the

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

that. Also, we had a snag with a deal; it looked like a loss, but someone from Abyssal Organization gave us a

“We’ve had dealings.”

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

weren’t for the boss’s behind–the–scenes aid, did Vincent really think he was some business whiz? With his smarts? Avoiding bankruptcy was already a stroke

for the Lambert family, and Vincent cut her loose as if they couldn’t wait to part

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pristine fingers on the

based on market cooperation, claim

Erek was astounded.

partners, they had every right to hit up the Lambert family

getting

I’ll draft the paperwork! Let Vincent taste bankruptcy!”

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

recovered Milford along

too good to me, taking me to Imperial City for a shopping

few times, flashing what he thought was a killer

wouldn’t have had the chance to escape Tranquility City and

new models showing up tonight made Milford’s heart itch with anticipation.

also a way to keep her from tagging

those documents; you really pulled the Rosenberg family out of

picture of a blushing, bashful

that Noella? What’s she still doing in Imperial

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

must be hanging on to those wild guys she’s snagged. I really don’t get what they see in

her!”

flickered in Milford’s eyes.