The Killer Queen (Noella Briony) novel Chapter 163

She spoke with a dismissive air, "Ms. Gruber is so clueless. Now that's what I call rude. You should've seen your own vile face when you were hitting my staff."

Yvonne clutched her cheek, her face a picture of shock as she stared at Noella. “You! You actually dared to hit me! Do your parents and brothers know about your true colors? If Mr. Pollack finds out you're such an uncouth wildcat, he'll surely dump you!"

"Really?" Noella's lips curled into a frosty smile, her grin as chilling as a crescent moon in a winter sky, sending shivers down the spine.

Smack—

Another slap landed, swelling both sides of Yvonne's face! Her face instantly puffed up like she'd gone a few rounds with a boxing glove.

Noella observed with a hint of regret. "I must admit, I do prefer symmetry. It's just that your left side has too much makeup, it's clouding my judgment. Maybe I should even it out with another slap."

Hearing Noella's casual threat of another slap, Yvonne was close to tears. "Noella, have you lost your mind? Ahh! Don't hit me!"

She received several solid slaps, her eyelids swelling up, and she couldn't even utter a complete sentence.

A Bentley pulled up to the curb, and from it stepped a tall, dashing young man in a sophisticated, vintage suit, his cuffs adorned with shining cufflinks.

Yvonne's eyes lit up at the sight of Palmer!

If Mr. Pollack knew what kind of woman Noella was, he would certainly abandon her.

She whimpered in a delicate voice, "Mr. Pollack, my face hurts so much."

Palmer didn't even glance her way, walking straight to Noella and taking her hand. He gently rubbed it and tenderly asked, "Why did you have to get your hands dirty? That thick layer of makeup on her face isn't good for your skin."

Yvonne was speechless. She used the finest cosmetics, and her creams were custom-made, costing a small fortune per bottle. Yet, to Palmer, it all seemed like dirt?

He saw Noella hit someone, yet he was still so forgiving! This couldn't be real!

Noella glanced at Palmer. "She hit my staff. She deserved it. Are you taking her side, Mr. Pollack?"

Palmer chuckled softly. "My heartless little thing, I came straight to you after I heard that you went to the gallery. As for her, if she's something my fiancée finds offensive, then she should be taken care of."

Upon hearing Palmer’s declaration, Yvonne trembled like a leaf in the wind. "No... you can't do this to me! I really like you, Palmy!"

Palmer waved his hand impatiently, and immediately, several bodyguards appeared, ready to escort Yvonne away.

Annie bowed and said, "Mr. Pollack, the gallery across the street also belongs to Ms. Gruber. I'm afraid she might continue to bother Ms. Noella, which could also affect the business of Ms. Noella's gallery from a professional standpoint."

Palmer, still holding Noella's hand, said coldly, "If it affects Noella's mood and business, then what's the point of keeping it? Tear it down!"

Nyssa raised her hand. "Mr. Pollack, actually, our gallery has been thinking about expanding recently."

Palmer looked at her, then back at Noella with a tender gaze. "What do you think? How's the place across the street?"

"It's trash, but the location is excellent."

Palmer turned to Annie. "Buy it out. Throw the contract to Walden. The gallery across the street, I'll take it for three million."

Noella looked up at him. "With the real estate prices on this street, Walden won't agree to a three-million transfer."

Palmer smirked, his smile devilish, his presence filled with the effortless dominance of a business empire's ruler. "Giving three million is already being generous. Since this fool dares to bother you, it's only right that the Gruber family pays for their mistake."

Yvonne never imagined Palmer would actually buy her gallery to give to Noella. She was on the verge of madness! She had worked so hard to acquire this gallery! Why should all her possessions be handed over to some country bumpkin! Everything that belonged to the Schnabel family too, and now even her gallery?

"It's mine! Noella is nothing but a lowlife, trying to take everything from me..."

Before she could finish her sentence, a gleaming, high-end leather shoe silenced her.