The Killer Queen by Noella Briony

Chapter 30

Once Noella sees him, she would surely soften up! After all, he’s the dad who’s raised her for over a decade!

However, Vincent started to waver. “That chick’s definitely scrubbing floors at Rising Glory Mall, but who knows what time she clocks in every day? If she’s a no–show, am I supposed to just hang around? That’s just a blow to my dignity.”

How can he, a big shot businessman in Tranquility City, stoop to loitering around a mall entrance for a cleaner? How’s he gonna face anyone after that?

“Mr. Lambert, why don’t you just chill at a café near Rising Glory Mall and wait it out? Bet you’ll spot Noella in no time.”

Vincent thought it over and, gritting his teeth, agreed to the plan.

“This is all Noella’s fault. Just wait till Belinda and Briony are out of the police station; I’ll show

her!”

“Of course, Noella’s family is nothing but a bunch of unreasonable bumpkins. In the end, they’ll have to listen to you.”

The Schnabel Mansion’s vast living room was filled with jewelry boxes. Among them, diamond and gemstone necklaces shimmered inside their velvet cases, with a pink diamond necklace worth a whopping billion right in the center. Each diamond boasted three carats, with the centerpiece rivaling the size of a pigeon’s egg, sparkling like crazy!

Yvonne was practically blinded by the sea of diamond necklaces as soon as she walked in!

Did Sienna buy all these?

Sienna always had a thing for jewels, stocking up every year. As a lady of the Schnabel family’s status, jewels were an essential part of Sienna’s getup.

meant Yvonne

Elara, on the other hand, couldn’t care less about these trinkets; it was always Yvonne who accompanied Sienna on her jewelry hauls. Sienna’s shopping sprees inevitabl would manage to snag a little something for herself.

Now, drool practically dripped down Yvonne’s chin at the sight of all those diamond necklaces! She had already picked out which one she’d drape around her neck!

“Mom, what in the world are you doing?”

Sienna waved her over. “Noella’s birthday bash is just around the corner, and I need to pick out a necklace to wear. Come help me decide which one’s a fit!”

Yvonne, feigning difficulty, picked up a rather old–fashioned jade necklace.

“This one’s the perfect match for you, Mom. That pink diamond’s nice, sure, but a tad too

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eye on that necklace the moment she

diamond, a beauty like her would dazzle with any jewel

if she mentioned

necklace Yvonne mentioned and tried it

Give the pink diamond

smile froze solid!

that necklace is

these are for her. I managed to snag a jade necklace for

this must be

and even some rare pearls. Together, they could buy a villa in Imperial

that country

afternoon of accessory shopping with Sienna, Yvonne might score a necklace with a measly two–carat diamond. And

these goodies?

Noella’s room

off. “Nonsense. We’ll just buy more rooms if we must. For these things, space is hardly an issue. I just hope Noella likes them,

a loss

the country bumpkin get it

moved among jewels that should’ve been hers, her face almost twisted in agony

this should all be hers!

“Ms. Yvonne, these treasures should be yours. Ms. Noella has just returned and has no right to compete

to the nanny in

Ms. Yvonne. I know your character best. You’re the true Schnabel daughter, the

and Dad are totally duped by Noella now.”

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even lower. “I overheard while cooking that Ms. Noella used to have a fiancé. Maybe you should dig into it. For all we know, she might not be a virgin, and certainly

in Yvonne’s eyes!

sure that girl was too humiliated

and forth at the mall entrance, shifting his weight from foot to foot. He’d been waiting

the café closed, yet he still hadn’t caught a glimpse of

show up post–lunch, post–nap, and wait until the café kicked him out without a sign of

beyond irritated, his feet blistered and sore!

black Cayenne pulled up at the curb, its flashy emblem dazzling Vincent’s eyes.

the car, rocking a light blue dress paired with a tiny white cape and a matching light blue hat. She was a knockout, with skin as smooth as porcelain, and every move she made oozed the grace and

recognized her

sister from the slammer, and here you are, out shopping like you haven’t got a care in the world! Got any conscience

in sight – she must’ve snagged it