The Killer Queen by Noella Briony

Chapter 56

Briony was green with envy!

“Theard the boss of Triple Entertain Media is an old geezer, over fifty, and just so happens to have the last name Schnabel, Now Noella’s going by Noella Schnabel–don’t tell me she’s snagged herself a sugar daddy or something.”

Stuff like that isn’t exactly unheard of in showbiz.

Milford was itching just looking at that poster. If Noella really was planning to make her debut. it could be a sweet deal. As long as he had some dirt on her past, he could make sure she’d be eating out of his hand!

Briony was a hot mess, planning to grill Noella about the whole deal as soon as she got home.

If Noella really did enter the limelight, she wouldn’t last two minutes!

Meanwhile the director escorted Noella and Beckett to the university president’s office. respectfully handing over some documents.

“Mr. Schnabel here’s Ms. Yvonne’s school record. She barely got into school because Ashlyn donated a building, plus she had the Imperial City residency… her academic foundations are pretty shaky.”

Beckett, without breaking a sweat, pulled out a fine cup, poured Noella some water, checked the temperature with his hand, and handed it to her before asking in a cool tone, “I won’t bother reading the documents. Just give me the gist. Yvonne’s been a poor student from the get–go. but do you think that justifies her being bullied by her classmates?”

The director’s head shook like a bobblehead.

“Are you joking, Mr. Schnabel? Who in their right mind would dare pick on Marcel’s granddaughter?”

She’d be lucky not to bully someone herself…

Beckett knew Marcel’s character; the Schnabel family kids went to school without him flaunting his clout to get them perks, let alone using his status to push people around.

Frowning, he asked, “Has my grandfather come to visit Yvonne at school?”

“Nope, the old Mr. Schnabel is busy; no time for that. It was Yvonne herself who announced she was his granddaughter at the inauguration ceremony.”

Marcel might be low–key, but that didn’t stop others from making a big deal of it!

Beckett was speechless.

“Since enrolling. Yvonne rarely attends classes, claiming to be caring for the old Mr. Schnabel

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In the hospital and sharing pictures of her and the old Mr. Schnabel on social media. This exam had a hired gun test–taker for Yvonne. Here’s the paper.”

laid out before him, one with a score of just 58 out of

she always hired someone for

to be fair, our school’s exams are tough, and considering Yvonne never attended a single

director was sweating

conjured up, and

for Noella by his side, he probably wouldn’t be any less protective of Yvonne. If

exam paper and casually asked, “Got any blank papers and a

and instructed the director to fetch a

director could only find a graduate–level medical competition

got. It’s super tough. Even Professor Calvin scored only 80.

“Thanks.”

something silly on

with more flattery.

herself with composure, she was leagues ahead of Yvonne, who always strutted into the office

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“Do you know who

social life at

too bad, mainly ‘cause Yvonne can’t stand the other students. She calls them all ‘country bumpkins‘ and ‘poor as church mice.‘ And since she hardly

the kind

her pen and handed the test

done? Don’t worry if you didn’t get the

on his own saliva, was stunned by the answers and calculations Noella had

they needed to be looked up on the medical

Schnabel, please bear with me for

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bundle of nerves, looking at frontlike one w kind of

Calvin couldn’t get past 80, and Noella had scored 50

because her paper was all worked out processes being some points for presentation.

she had just aced

our school? We’d like to offer you fast–track invitation to a combined bachelor’s, master’s, and Ph.D.

shook her head and said, “No thanks.” She was just killing time and curTIUS TO SEE HIM tough the

designed, and since Calvin only scored she went ahead and scribbled down the

up, looking at Noella

interested in medicine? Ulrich could mentor you. If you are, I’ll set up a lats for you night

the granny who raised me wasn’t well, so I

it weren’t for taking care of old Mrs.

all.