The Killer Queen ( Noella Briony ) novel Chapter 287

Half an hour ago, Palmer stood his ground against Larson at the Pollack family’s vacation resort.

An old mahogany table stood between them, bearing a document that had Larson shaking with fury.

“Palmer, you’re crossing the line! I'm now the CEO of the Pollack Group. Stealing my deals? Do you want to run the Pollack Group into the ground?”

Palmer, with a casual air, responded, “If you can’t handle it, step down. You're the CEO of the Pollack Group, but also my employee. If you can’t cut it, I’ll find your replacement at the next board meeting.”

As the major shareholder, Palmer had the power to elevate Larson to his position, or to take it away.

Larson realized then that Palmer’s support had been a setup, making him a puppet for his amusement!

Those damned partners, all siding with Palmer, understood that this was an internal shake-up within the Pollack Group and ignored Larson completely! His position as CEO had become a joke.

Now, Larson was stuck, unable to advance or retreat, with a pile of business matters waiting for his attention.

Palmer lit his cigarette with a lighter, not even sparing Larson a glance.

“If you can’t handle matters as insignificant as this, you’ll have no role in the Pollack Group affairs anymore.”

“Palmer! You want me out? Over my dead body!”

Palmer chuckled softly. “Uncle Larson, why rush? I’ve got plenty more 'gifts' for you. You’re going to love them.”

Gifts? The last 'gift' Palmer gave Larson was a video of Eamon’s downfall! What could it be this time? Something to push Larson over the edge, no doubt.

Caught in a dilemma, Larson felt like Palmer had him over a barrel.

Annie entered, bowing slightly. “Mr. Pollack, Mr. Schnabel is on the line from overseas.”

Tristan had tried to reach Ulrich without success, likely caught up in surgery. So, he had called Palmer instead.

Tristan’s exact words were, “Palmer, Noella has never been one to fight her own battles. Go handle Lorne! Don’t let Noella get bullied. I was thinking of having Ulrich pull the plug on Lorne.”

A brutally simple plan, thwarted only by failing to reach Ulrich.

“I’ll go see Noella right away.”

“If Lorne really causes trouble, just blame it on your Uncle Jacob!”

Palmer couldn’t help but smile wryly, realizing Tristan still harbored resentment towards Jacob over Elara’s situation.

After ending the call, Palmer hurried over, grateful he wasn’t too late.

A smile crossed Noella’s face. “The VIP suite on the sixth floor? I’ll leave it to you.”

“Would you join me for dinner later, as thanks?”

“Sounds good.”

Professor Calvin watched Palmer leave, sensing something odd between him and Noella.

Strange, almost like an unspoken intimacy!

“How bizarre. You two are practically engaged, yet there’s something so peculiar about you.”

Despite their lack of affectionate gestures, Professor Calvin couldn’t shake off the feeling of being fed a dose of sweetness!

Noella raised an eyebrow. “Where is the patient I’m here to see?”

“In my office. Let’s go.”

Noella then turned to Malvina. “Are you heading back, or will you wait for me?”

Malvina remembered Palmer’s dinner plans with Noella. Staying would mean playing the third wheel.