The Killer Queen by Noella Briony

Chapter 66

Marcel’s gaze turned noticeably colder as he squinted and took a good look at the two families standing before him, quickly realizing they were the adoptive parents of his precious. granddaughter from before.

Had the nerve to show up in front of his precious granddaughter, huh?

Noella said coolly, “If I remember correctly, you guys publicly disowned me. We’re strangers now. Please step aside.”

Vincent was a bit embarrassed but couldn’t bear to let Noella go.

Milford gazed at Noella with deep affection. “Noella, come back to me. I want to rekindle our past romance. I know you love me, and I’ve never forgotten you for a day. You’re the most. beautiful woman in my heart. I know you’re just testing my feelings for you!”

Noella was speechless, thinking, “Are you sure you’re not sick?”

Briony’s face twisted in ugliness, biting her lower lip hard, watching Noella with a mix of humiliation and resentment.

This damn woman, she must’ve been in contact with Milford behind the scenes! She was someone else’s mistress now; why couldn’t she just disappear from Milford’s life?

Noella glanced at him and said, “There’s a mental illness called erotomania, which fits your symptoms quite well. You should visit a psychiatrist when you get a chance; mental issues need treatment.”

Milford was taken aback. Erotomania? A mental illness? What in the world was that?

The medical staff standing by couldn’t hold back and snickered behind their hands, thinking the young miss sure knew how to cuss without the dirty words!

Seeing Noella about to wheel Marcel away, Milford grew desperate. “Noella, don’t leave me!”

Noella responded indifferently, “Major Garnett, please take care of them.”

Garnett saluted promptly and said respectfully, “Yes, ma’am!”

The special forces soldiers formed a solid wall in front of the two families, tight and without a single gap.

“Please leave!”

Vincent tried to resist, holding a gift and pleading, “Mister, we’ve got a present ready for Mr. Marcel Schnabel! Please, do us a solid, or maybe pass it to that caretaker from earlier. I’m her dad! Have her give it to the chief!”

Major Garnett was puzzled, wondering, “Who’re you calling a caretaker? Noella? And you say you’re Noella’s father? What outrageous wishful thinking is that? Pure delusion! Just this morning, Mr. Tristan Schnabel and his wife left the ward. We’ve already met Noella’s real

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parents!”

Noella was supposedly a caretaker,

Garnett completely ignored them and waved his

was flushed with embarrassment, and her

up trash and treating it like treasure. Now, even if you’re all eager to get

at being called out. “Come on, that’s not quite fair to say, right? Briony is our real daughter.”

likes Noella? Some street rat

a pale–faced Briony, and pushed

fuming! “What’s with the Rosenberg boy? He likes

not to rush, but you insisted on disowning Noella publicly, and now see what happened! The kid completely resents us now!

we do? She’s already

was utterly heartless compared to how

of the question, but at least she could put in

stood behind them, her face ashen! As a child, she tried to sneakily replace her drawing with Noella’s during a competition. However, someone caught her and

life!

bringing it up was like poking at her wounds,

still be hung up

of Noella’s past… Briony’s eyes

zooming past the

Quick, quick, follow

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car, afraid

saw the

parents? Have they found a new hobby,

adoptive parents are following your car. Should we deal

knitted

people bothering

Find out why they’re

has never been kind to Noella: they must

icy, his usually elegant face filled with frost.

how could he let

them a lesson.”

“You got it!”

with excitement; she rubbed her hands together, turned the car around,