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.

Now that !

to figure me out, there

lips, glancing at Palmer, “Saw this morning’s gossip rag tagging you with some mystery actress at

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

Noella actually bought that spiel, he’d be up incapable

played on Noella’s

assistant, leapt into action as she watched her boss

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Chapter 66

to Mr. Pollack, and they were at the Pollack Group’s

the news to test Palmer. She just got

squirm.

I haven’t introduced you to the Pollacks. Was worried you’d be spooked because they’re a tad overbearing. But since you’ve asked, I’ll set it

the one who couldn’t muster a smile.

Palmer took it to heart. He turned around to arrange a Pollack family dinner, and with Noella unable to get a word in edgewise, she

the Horwich Mansion

as she said, “Grandpa, I never wanted to compete with Noella! But she’s just too much. She tossed out

and

if Noella tossed it, there must

about to meddle.

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 and

stopped in

gallery wasn’t even a tenth of

off with

did Noella get the prime gallery,

Is she holding a grudge? That painting was my heart and soul. Grandpa’s an artist:

if it were nothing. “Noella can do as she pleases. Worst case, the