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.”

but there was

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head out? Why not invite him in for a quick drink before he left?” she asked.

he had headed

but hearing that Palmer had gone back

that busy and still making time for a meal with Noella, it was clear Palmer was serious about his future with

was also quite

of the girl by his side–that look in his eyes

throat and glanced at Yvonne, who was still perched on the sofa, “Noella, Yvonne’s saying you’ve lost one

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

painting was a copy?

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

lip, looking forlorn, “Why do you get 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

implying she’d been singled

that was actually still hanging in her study, using such a flimsy excuse

is by Master Killian. Your painting just so happens

She thought her daughter

Yvonne’s eyes bulged!

was in

Impossible!

painting–Yvonne had seen it once at a private

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remembered it.

from the Schnabel family parents to Noella, or else how could that bumpkin get ahold of

affection for Noella, Yvonne’s face contorted with jealousy. “That painting is my original work. I don’t understand what

and his suspicions were confirmed, “Alright, Yvonne, you should head off.

couldn’t fathom why Merrick refused

because they