The Killer Queen

Noella once thought her parents were just some down–on–their–luck farmers, but turned out they’ve been topping the Harmonia Country rich list for over a decade as super tycoons! Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

It’s just that Marcel played it super low–key. But darn it, the four Schnabel sons and Elara were just too brilliant, shining like a dazzling pearl on Harmonia’s map.

The Pollacks were also one of the top three big shots around.

Palmer suddenly got jittery, his voice trembling without even realizing, “What if you marry into one of those wealthy families?”

Noella frowned without thinking. Not about marrying into wealth, she hadn’t even considered marriage at all!

Seeing her frown, Palmer’s heart sank, and he gripped the steering wheel tight.

Noella asked coolly. “What’s it to you?”

He’s not from some fancy family. So Why’s he asking?

Palmer zoned out, sighed, and his smile carried a hint of self–mockery. “You’re right, it’s none of my business.”

He still got this darn engagement hanging over him, not in any position to say such things to her until it was called off!

Even if he wanted to take things further, he had to wait till he was free. That was the least respect he owed Noella!

Noella thought maybe she had been too harsh and stung Palmer a bit.

After all, he still needed to drive an Uber to make ends meet, so his family must have been struggling. Same last name as Pollack, but that kind of wealth was out of his league for life.

She had been too cruel!

“I–didn’t mean it like that. You just focus on your job, work hard, make money. Don’t be jealous of the rich. Their life might not be your cup of tea.”

“You’re right.”

A big grin spread across Palmer’s face! He chuckled lowly, his voice magnetic and filled with allure, echoing in the tight space of the car, making Noella’s heart skip a beat.

Palmer pulled up outside the Schnabel complex and leaned over to unfasten Noella’s seat belt.

“You live here?”

“Yeah, for now.”

Per Beckett’s plan, she wouldn’t be there much longer. The transfer of the prime property in

12:23

Serene Haven was moving at Beckett’s breakneck pace, soon to be in Noella’s name.

Noella got out of the car.

Palmer waved and said, “Goodnight.”

He seemed to be smiling, sending a tremor through Noella’s chest. She didn’t look back. hurrying into the complex.

Palmer waited until she disappeared before turning around and driving toward his place in Serene Haven.

Yvonne was sneakily hiding behind some bushes at the gate, trying to make her presence felt to the Schnabel parents, but instead, she caught Noella getting out of that guy’s car from earlier.

Even the Schnabels‘ grocery nanny would turn her nose up at that car! It couldn’t even get through the Schnabels‘ gate and had to park outside. Poor Noella had to walk back to her. building, quite a stretch away!

This guy must have been poor!

Yvonne captured the whole process of Noella getting out of the car, even that sweet smile when she got out.

This guy must be Noella’s boyfriend!

Country bumpkin to the core, her taste in men just as shabby – even into an Uber driver. How could she dare compete with me?

Yvonne was in high spirits as she walked through the Schnabel gate. She burst into Elara’s room and said, “Elara, I think I saw Noella’s boyfriend!”

Elara wasn’t in the mood to talk to Yvonne. “It’s middle of the night. Don’t go nuts. You’re just in time to explain why you messed with my laptop and then blamed Noella for it?”

Yvonne had almost forgotten about the laptop data issue!

“It was an accident, Elara. I know how important your data is, and I’d never touch it! Believe me, I really got it wrong. I just wanted to help you clean your desk since you haven’t been home for months!”

Elara frowned, trying to read the truth behind that heavily made–up face.

Yvonne quickly tried to lighten the mood, afraid Elara would lash out. “Look, Elara. Noella got out of this car both day and night, and she was smiling at the driver! Must be her boyfriend!”

Yvonne was so sure, and Elara took a look at the video on her phone.

In the video, Noella got into a car, and later she got out at the complex, smiling at the driver.

Could this really be Noella’s boyfriend?!

Elara grabbed the phone and watched it repeatedly.

12:23

Yvonne was triumphant! Now let’s see how Noella gets out of this one!

After watching several times. Elara held her face and giggled like a lovesick fool. “Noella’s so cute even when she’s taking a cab!”

Yvonne couldn’t believe it. Had Elara lost it? How did she see cuteness in that short clip?

“Elara, if Noella has a boyfriend, what about the engagement with the Pollacks? She seems to like this guy. We can’t break them up!”

Elara just smiled.

This idiot, all she was thinking about was the Pollack engagement!

Did she really think she, a brainless, petulant fool, was a match for a family like the Pollacks?

Elara ditched the engagement because she wasn’t into guys, had zero interest in the Pollack family, and just wanted to focus on her research. She had a taste of the high life with the Schnabels and got the cream of the crop when it came to education.

And let’s not forget, all that engagement belonged to Noella!

Elara pocketed her phone and gave Yvonne the cold shoulder. “Yvonne, even if Noella didn’t want that stuff, it’s not your place to covet it. Whether it’s the Pollack or the Schnabel family. they’ve got zilch to do with you. You better stay in your lane and quit daydreaming.”

Yvonne felt a burning sting on her face! They were both adopted, so why the heck was Elara warning her?

Elara must want to snag Palmer for herself, that’s why she’s spewing this stuff!

No way! The Pollack and the Schnabel fortunes were hers for the taking!

Yvonne glowered at Elara’s icy back and ground her teeth before sneakily dialing Ashlyn’s number.

“Grandma, I totally saw Noella romancing some broke dude. Why won’t Elara believe me?” Ashlyn chuckled with an air of mystery. “Silly girl, your proof ain’t packing a punch. If Elara doesn’t buy it, take it to the masses. They’re making a big to–do about Noella’s birthday party. right? Drop the bomb then and let her face–plant in high society. Let’s see how the Schnabels protect her then!”

For swanky families like the Schnabels, reputation is everything.

Ashlyn coaxed, “If they find out Noella’s been mixing with a penniless guy, think Palmer would give her a second glance? He’ll see who the perfect match is soon enough, and if Palmer gives you the nod, you’ll be the legit Schnabel heiress!”

Ashlyn wasn’t sweating it. Palmer wouldn’t pick a wild child who didn’t know the first thing about decorum to be the Pollack family’s future matriarch.

Yvonne was all revved up! “Grandma, I’ve got my game plan!”