The Killer Queen by Noella Briony

Chapter 87

“Grandpa knows how long I slaved over that painting, and even if sis took over the gallery, she can’t just chuck it out like that. I know she’s always treated me like I don’t belong, like I’m the black sheep of the family, and it’s all my fault.”

Seeing Yvonne sobbing her heart out, Tristan couldn’t help but feel a twinge of sympathy, “Chill out. Yvonne. Let’s wait for Noella to get back and we’ll get the lowdown on the whole thing.”

Yvonne was almost beside herself with frustration.

Just wait till that bumpkin shows up and see what she has to say! She thought.

If the Schnabel family got wind that she’s targeting me on purpose, they’d kick her out on her ear for sure.

An hour later. Palmer parked the car at the gates of the Horwich Mansion.

“I can’t stick around for a visit today: got a bit of a situation at the office. Apologize to your grandpa and grandma for me, will ya?”

Noella nodded at the car door, “Yeah, don’t sweat it about dropping by for grub when you’re swamped. We can catch up on the blower if anything’s up.”

Deep down she knew Palmer’s recent busyness was all about carving out time to meet up with Thorpe.

Now that she’s set on meeting Thorpe, having the folks from Polaris Star and Obelisk Organization in her corner was enough. She’d be ready for whatever came her way.

Palmer, lounging in the plush car seat, caught wind of her words and suddenly lifted his gaze. His eyes sparkled as he looked at the girl before him, “I wanna be there with you.”

He’d been burning the midnight oil and crunching financial statements while waiting for her–all just to spend time with her.

After all this time together, Palmer had a pretty good read on his fiancée’s temperament.

“The gifts for my grandpa and grandma will be delivered. You go on in.” Noella, under his intense gaze, felt her cheeks heat up and turned to enter the Horwich Mansion.

Only after her figure had vanished behind the doors did Palmer start up the car engine and leave the Horwich Mansion.

Sienna spotted Noella walking in and immediately went to greet her, “Sweetheart, did you eat your fill tonight? Mr. Pollack called to say you dined together, so we didn’t save dinner for you. Want me to whip up something?”

Noella was touched that Palmer had even thought to give Sienna a heads–up, “I’m good, no need to cook.”

behind Noella a few times, but there was no sign of

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him in for a quick drink before

do so he had

and Palmer might have had a falling out over dinner, but hearing that Palmer had gone back to work, she breathed a

Noella, it was clear

was also quite taken with Palmer.

Palmer was super protective of the girl by his side–that look in his eyes was unmistakable. It was just like the way he looked at

and glanced at Yvonne, who was still perched on the sofa, “Noella, Yvonne’s saying

Yvonne had run to Merrick to snitch, “The painting was a copy and shouldn’t be hanging in the original section. I had the gallery manager take care of it. The so–called ‘creator‘ insists it’s original, but I don’t think it fits our gallery.”

painting was a

he thought the painting had perfect composition and lighting. Yvonne really didn’t have the aesthetic sense or the skill

to say it’s a copy? It’s really my own creation. If you don’t want my stuff in your gallery, just tell me. There’s no need to humiliate

slightly. Was she implying she’d

was actually still hanging in her study, using such a flimsy excuse to smear her seemed downright

Portray‘ is by Master Killian. Your painting just so happens to be a carbon copy of Master Killian’s work.”

several oil paintings hanging in Noella’s study. She thought her daughter liked oil paintings and had specially ordered several

Yvonne’s eyes bulged!

was in

Impossible!

name the painting–Yvonne had seen it once at a private exhibition

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remembered it.

from the Schnabel family parents to Noella, or else how could

Schnabel parents‘ boundless affection for Noella, Yvonne’s face contorted with jealousy. “That painting is my original work. I don’t understand what you’re talking about.”

Yvonne, you should head off. Your dad said he’d give you his small gallery. If

why Merrick refused to

just because