The Killer Queen by Noella Briony

Chapter 86

“Craving anything to munch on?” he asked.

“Nah.”

Palmer got the hint and gestured for Annie to steer the car towards a downtown eatery.

“Into painting, are you? Prefer oil or sketch? Got a few decent pieces back at mine, could owing them by next time.”

“I’m more into oils. Don’t bother, I’m swamped with paintings as it is.” She said.

Master Killian must churn out a gazillion paintings for her each year, and Ivan, Killian’s star pupil leaves his works lying around Polaris Star’s lab like they’re going out of style.

“So spill. What’s your jam?” Palmer requested.

Noella couldn’t help but look up at Palmer with a puzzled look.

The guy was a mix of suave and ice–cold, one glance and you’d peg him as a ruthless ruler with a heart of stone. Yet, when he peered at her, all you could see was this uncontrollable tenderness.

Those deep and piercing eyes carried a touch frosty, while his whole vibe screamed a chilled elegance. And there, at his cuffs, a pair of ruby cufflinks added him an extra layer of posh.

“Why the sudden interest in my likes?” she asked.

“I could play the guessing game with your preferences, but hitting the nail on the head with gifts. is always a win. Plus, I wanna get to know you better.” Palmer whipped off his glasses that were perched on his prominent nose and put them aside casually.

Without the barrier of lenses, he could gaze more intently into Noella’s crystal–clear eyes.

“Before I knew you were my fiancée, prying into your likes might’ve! can, I’d rather hear it from you than through the grapevine.”

Under his intense gaze, it was like she could see a vast starry sky.

“Got it.” She nodded.

tad rude. Now that

to figure me out, there are plenty of ways. I’m an open book.”

this morning’s gossip rag tagging

smile froze instantly. Tabloid journos always cook up anything for clicks!

he’d be up incapable

smirk played on

dutiful assistant, leapt into action as she watched her boss get cornered,

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Chapter 66

at the Pollack Group’s hotel. We’ll handle that media mess, so you

test Palmer. She

squirm.

the Pollacks. Was worried you’d be spooked because they’re a tad overbearing. But since you’ve asked,

one who couldn’t muster a smile. She never

family dinner, and with Noella unable to get a word in edgewise,

Horwich Mansion

as she said, “Grandpa, I never wanted to compete with Noella! But she’s just

piece and knew it was a labor of

if Noella tossed it, there must

about to meddle. Whatever she wanted to do was fine by him.

Yvonne cry her heart out, Tristan was getting edgy, “Yvonne, the gallery’s Noella’s now. Our hands are tied. Here’s what we’ll do: I’ve got a small gallery

stopped in

wasn’t even a

her off with that little

did Noella get the prime gallery, and she’s left with crumbs?

I meant. I just want an explanation. She’s being unfair to me. Is she holding a grudge? That painting was my heart and soul. Grandpa’s an

as if it were nothing. “Noella can do as she pleases.