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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 Noe. “You! You actually
dared to hit me! Do your parents and brothers know about your true colors? If Mr. Pock finds out
you’re such an uncouth wildcat, he’ll surely dump you!”
“Really?” Noe’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 pnded, swelling both sides of Yvonne’s face! Her face instantly puffed up like she’d gone
a few rounds with a boxing glove.
Noe 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 p.”
Hearing Noe’s casual threat of another p, Yvonne was close to tears. “Noe, have you lost your
mind? Ahh! Don’t hit me!”
She received several solid ps, her eyelids swelling up, and she couldn’t even utter aplete
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!N?velDrama.Org owns all ? content.
If Mr. Pock knew what kind of woman Noe was, he would certainly abandon her.
She whimpered in a delicate voice, “Mr. Pock, my face hurts so much.”
Palmer didn’t even nce her way, walking straight to Noe and taking her hand. He gently rubbed it
and tenderly asked, “Why did you have to get your hands dirty? That thickyer 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 Noe hit someone, yet he was still so forgiving! This couldn’t be real!
Noe nced at Palmer. “She hit my staff. She deserved it. Are you taking her side, Mr. Pock?”
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.*
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Upon hearing Palmer’s deration, 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. Pock, the gallery across the street also belongs to Ms. Gruber. I’m afraid
she might continue to bother Ms. Noe, which could also affect the business of Ms. Noe’s gallery
from a professional standpoint.”
Palmer, still holding Noe’s hand, said coldly, “If it affects Noe’s mood and business, then what’s the
point of keeping it? Tear it down!”
Nyssa raised her hand. “Mr. Pock, actually, our gallery has been thinking about expanding recently.”
Palmer looked at her, then back at Noe with a tender gaze. “What do you think? How’s the ce
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.”
Noe 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 Noe. 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! Noe 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.
The impable shoe pressed down on her face, grinding Yvonne’s teeth, filling her mouth with the rich
taste of blood. The shoe’s owner had a sinister look, his cold eyes enough to kill.
“If you can’t speak properly, then don’t speak at all. I didn’t hit you before because you were still a
Schnabel, but now that you’re no longer associated with the Schnabel family, if you continued with such
behavior, someone will address it!”
The onlookers all lowered their heads, pretending to see nothing. Not even Yvonne’s weakening cries
for help were acknowledged.
Who would dare cross the CEO of the Pock Group? If he wanted, not only this street, but the entire
Imperial City would bow to his will!
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Palmer carefully wiped Noe’s hand with a handkerchief, his tone indifferent as he instructed, “Annie,
you know what to do with the rest, right?*
“Yes, I’ll make sure everything is handled properly. Congrattions to Ms. Noe on the opening of her
gallery today; I’m sure it will be a booming sess!”
Be it the gallery across the street or today’s incident, everything would be settled smoothly.
The Gruber and Schnabel families should know what happened; otherwise, it would be a shame if they
didn’t realize their boss had made such a grand gesture for hisdy love.
With Yvonne making such a foolish scene, the Gruber family would have to swallow their pride and
ept the loss silently!
Annie had the bodyguards sweeping up Yvonne as the surrounding media tactfully turned their lenses
elsewhere. They weren’t fools; tangling with the Schnabels, the Pocks, or the Grubers was way out
of their league.
Palmer nodded in satisfaction, wrapping an arm around Noe’s waist as they strolled into the gallery.
“You’ll be running the ce across the street too, won’t you? Doesn’t that sound exhausting?”
“It’s all the same to me,” Noe replied with a shrug. Whether it was one gallery or two, she was
unfazed.
At the gallery entrance, Jarred and Nyssa were practically buzzing with excitement.
“Congrattions on Ms. Schnabel’s gallery opening today!”
They knew that the CEO of Pock Group was Ms. Schnabel’s fiancé, but they had no clue about the
state of their rtionship. High society was rife with marriages of convenience. It wasn’t until today that
they realized Mr. Pock absolutely adored Ms. Schnabel!
Catching Jarred’s eye, Noe remainedposed. “I expect not to see a repeat of today’s
events.”
“Yes, Ms. Schnabel…”
Noe shook her head. “I’m not talking about the showdown. That’s normal in our line of work, nothing
major. As the manager, you’re in charge when I’m not here. And Nyssa, if you get hit, it’s as if I’ve been
struck. If you don’t understand the concept of fighting back, then perhaps this isn’t the job for you.”
Jarred and Nyssa’s eyes shimmered with a mix of determination and emotion.
Was Ms. Schnabel actually reprimanding them for not striking back promptly?
Noe continued, “Anyone who starts trouble, no matter who they are, just hit them. If you break
anything, I’ll cover it. But I have no use for employees who cower. If you can’t even defend the gallery’s
honor, you might as well resign and go home. Got it?”
Their eyes welled up with tears of gratitude.
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Ms. Schnabel was clearly standing up for them. They couldn’t ask for a better boss!
“We understand, Ms. Schnabel!”
Behind the closed doors of the office, Palmer turned and enveloped Noe in an embrace. resting his
head on her shoulder and nuzzling her neck.
It tickled, and Noe tried to wriggle free, but Palmer’s grip on the nape of her neck was firm, his
fingers burning against her skin.
“Stay still, just let me hold you for a moment.”
His voice was husky, likely from exhaustion due to the back–to–back workdays. But as he clung to
Noe, all that fatigue seemed to melt away. He had to admit, he was addicted to this warmth.
Feeling the weariness and affection in his tone, Noe’s heart softened, and she stopped resisting his
hold. After all, he would let go once he’d had his fill.
It remained uncertain whose heartbeats were entwined together, notably forceful, resembling
palpitations. It felt like more than just attraction, perhaps something deeper.