The Killer Queen

Ashlyn was just dying to get Palmer alone in the hospital room so she could spill the beans about what she knew. If he brought that broad along, what the heck would she even say?

She gave Annie the stink eye and bossed her around. “Go tell Noella she’s not allowed to see me. I need some one–on–one time with Mr. Pollack.”

Annie’s mouth twitched.

Why did she feel like the missus‘ grandma didn’t exactly have a soft spot for her own granddaughter?

Instead, she was all goo–goo–eyed over Yvonne. To an outsider, Yvonne seemed more like the flesh– and–blood granddaughter…

“I can’t make that call, but I’ll pass your message on to Mr. Pollack.”

Ashlyn cut Annie off, clearly annoyed. “Cut the crap. You’re an assistant at the Pollack Group and you can’t handle this simple task? Totally useless.”

Annie kept her polite, professional smile plastered on her face. “I believe my work ethic is something for.Mr. Pollack to judge.”

“Fine, you can go now.”

Ashlyn got a headache just looking at this secretary. Once Annie left, she turned to Yvonne with all the seriousness in the world and said, “Yvonne, once you marry Mr. Pollack, you better chase away all those flirty girls hanging around him. They’re nothing but trouble.”

“Grandma, I got it.”

Seeing her granddaughter acting all sweet and obedient, Ashlyn grinned with satisfaction.

Clearly. Yvonne was her most sensible granddaughter; the others were just lowly girls not fit to

be seen.

Yvonne carefully watched Ashlyn’s mood and slipped out a Nourishment Pill from her pocket, popping it into Ashlyn’s mouth.

Ashlyn had been hooked on those Nourishment Pills for years; they were like her lifeline. As soon as she took it, her furrowed brows relaxed.

“Grandma, I’m your only granddaughter. Only if I marry Palmer will you have good days ahead. You gotta listen to me, stand by my side.”

Ashlyn, drifting into sleep, heard Yvonne’s voice gradually replacing the voices in her head, as if her memories were being rewritten.

“Yeah, I know… I know…”

Seeing Ashlyn like this, Yvonne sneakily transferred some cash to herself using Ashlyn’s phone.

and pocketed the gemstone bracelet from Ashlyn’s wrist.

“Grandma, remember, it was Noella who took your money and jewels. She’s got light fingers, always eyeing your stuff, a bad omen.”

A lifetime of superstition made Ashlyn echo the words, “Thief! She’s a thief! Bad omnen!”

After setting everything up, Yvonne tucked Ashlyn in, watching her fall into a deep sleep.

Nourishment Pills really were the bee’s knees.

Too bad Sexton and Marcel never got to taste them. She was running low and needed to stock up if she wanted to keep Ashlyn sweet on her and heeding her words.

Half an hour later, Palmer and Noella were outside Ashlyn’s hospital room.

Annie stood guard at the door. “President, Miss, Ashlyn just woke up, but she said she only wants to see Mr. Pollack alone.”

She was just the messenger of Ashlyn’s wishes, though she did think Ashlyn seemed a bit off. It didn’t look like she genuinely cared about her granddaughter’s or the boss’s marriage..

Noella got the hint; it was normal for Ashlyn not to want to see her.

“Then I’ll go visit Grandpa first.”

Surprise flickered in Palmer’s eyes.

Noella and the Schnabel family matriarch didn’t seem to be on good terms?

He had thought the Schnabels treasured her like her brothers did, treating her like a gem. If any Schnabels treated her poorly, he wouldn’t mind giving her a few more loving family members.

The Pollack family might be a perfect fit for her.

“Alright, I’ll just say hi to Grandma Ashlyn and then come find you.”

Palmer walked in and immediately noticed the room was filled with a flock of attendants and an overdressed Yvonne.

Ashlyn shivered as Palmer’s icy aura hit her!

The head honcho of the Pollack family lived up to his reputation; just his presence was enough. to ooze authority. If Yvonne could snag him, she’d be set for life.

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“Hello, Palmer, come over to Grandma.”

Ashlyn beckoned eagerly, trying to get him to stand beside Yvonne.

Yvonne looked at Palmer with a coy, fluttering demeanor. “Palmy, long time no see.”

Seeing this setup, Palmer’s eyebrow twitched. The dissatisfaction of not having Noella by his side turned into a chill, and his hint of a warm smile was quickly masked by a frosty demeanor.

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“No need, Grandma. Just get straight to the point.”

Ashlyn coughed awkwardly as he didn’t play along.

For some reason, all she could think of was that such a catch could only be meant for her granddaughter.

“Palmer, I’ll be straight with you: Noella is not right for you. You should call off the engagement ASAP.

You have no idea; she even snatched 30 million from me. As if the Schnabel family is short on pocket change! Not to mention the jewelry she took!

I bet she’s gallivanting around with all sorts of riffraff; that’s why she needs so much cash.

Even her foster parents say she’s no good; definitely not fit to be the future lady of the Pollack family…”

Ashlyn tugged at Yvonne beside her, nudging her towards Palmer.

“Yvonne is the perfect match for you!”

Yvonne’s face was a mix of bashfulness and excitement!

If Palmer was down, she was ready to tle the knot with him right then and there!

Just thinking about soon becoming Mrs. Pollack, Yvonne was practically bubbling over with joy.

Palmer’s expression gradually darkened. He eyed Ashlyn, who was lying in the hospital bed, her face also filled with barely concealed dissatisfaction.

“Grandma Ashlyn, I’m here because you’re Noella’s grandma, not to listen to you badmouth

her.”

Ashlyn started to panic.

How could Palmer not believe her? She was telling nothing but the truth!

It was not like the Lamberts, who had raised Noella for nineteen years, could be fibbers, right?

They were the ones who knew Noella best. Palmer must’ve been hoodwinked by Noella!

“I’m telling the truth, you’ve been duped by Noella! Palmer, being with Yvonne is the best move. for both the Pollack and the Schnabel families. That bimbo is totally not in your league! Who knows what kind of dirty stuff she’s been up to…”

Palmer furrowed his brows.

How could Noella’s very own grandma speak so unseemly of her?

“Grandma Ashlyn, watch your language! I know Noella better than you do.”

Seeing Palmer about to leave and fearing her plans might fall through, Ashlyn clutched her

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chest and lay down.

“Ouch! My heart hurts so bad! Am I going to die soon? Yvonne… if I die, you gotta take good care of yourself…”

“Grandma, don’t scare me!”

Yvonne looked at Palmer through teary eyes, sobbing. “Mr. Pollack, please, don’t upset Grandma…