The Killer Queen by Noella Briony

Chapter 70

Tristan rubbed his temples; his voice was as cold as ice. “Vincent, right? Where you at now?”

“I’m at the hospital where Mr. Marcel’s staying! Some blind bat rammed into my wife! If you want a chat, Mr. Schnabel, you can come on over. Got a bunch of juicy secrets that could interest you!

Tristan had yet to meet someone who actually got him to make a house call. How could people. be so shamelessly thick–skinned?

Vincent hung up, still lost in his daydream about his soon–to–be rocketing success.

Mr. Schnabel must be intrigued by what he said: maybe he would even come to meet him in person. That would be his chance to call the shots the Lambert family’s troubles wouldn’t be a concern anymore!

As Vincent mulled over this, he dialed his secretary. “Tell those companies we can do without their partnership. Whatever they want, we’ll cough it up as per the contract!”

The secretary hesitated, “Boss, that’s gonna cost a pretty penny. We’d have to drain all our liquid assets.

Vincent couldn’t care less about that chump change.

“Chill, I’ve got a plan. North Peak Finance, South Mountain Financial, East Sea Culture Company. West Ocean Media – the companies that look down on us don’t matter. Soon, they’ll be the ones I look down on! Pfft! Just a bunch of nobodies! Once I’ve inked a deal with Mr. Schnabel, I’ll be strutting across Tranquility City!”

The secretary quickly agreed and went off to deal with the claim contracts from those companies.

Tristan hung up, fuming mad, feeling like his heart was going to burst!

“Damn the Lambert family! I was thinking since they raised Noella, I’d let bygories be bygones, but they’re crossing the line!”

Sienna, hearing it was the Lambert family on the phone, quickly asked, “What did they say? Definitely nothing good. Get rid of them fast. I heard they’re also at the hospital. We can’t let them bump into our precious girl. These people are insatiable and have no shame. If they see her, they’ll definitely bother her.”

Tristan was on the same page. “Should we send our little treasure to study abroad?”

Sienna shook her head, not liking the idea one bit. “Our girl hiding from them? Wherever our darling wants to study, she’ll study. She’s responsible for being happy; we’re responsible for keeping those people out of her sight! Besides, if we send our treasure abroad, wouldn’t that mean she’d hardly see Palmer? That’s not gonna help their relationship grow.”

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Chapter 70

had only just gotten their

I’ll arrange for someone to give that damn Vincent a beating! Heck, make it a buy one get one free – beat up his whole

message. Then, he called Noella, his voice dripping with

it’s me. How’s your mood today? What have you

Grandpa this morning, then went to buy gifts for my other grandparents with my

money right away, just a little something. Go and treat yourself; you’re looking too thin!”

Noella was speechless.

knows how much pocket money. Seeing her bank account balance now, Noella was a

family’s generosity. “No need, I

Do you think our family’s too

tomorrow! You don’t have

at a loss for

Schnabel family going broke? As

broke!”

mention it was impossible for the Schnabel family to go bankrupt,

I got it.”

flash, Noella received a transfer of fifty million. Just after hanging up and transferring the money, Tristan’s expression turned cold again. “What on earth is Beckett doing?

about all the suffering their precious daughter had endured without making those two families

“Let’s find a time to ask Beckett but keep it from our darling girl. She’s

past, Tristan and Sienna

the Lambert

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Clapier SU

the Lunar

out with the world’s most advanced equipment; even the sinks had been switched to automatic temperature–controlled ones, and they

greenery.

walked into the lab

Your conned fiancé really came through! He even swapped out our

been dying for high–tech toilets? We were gonna bet on the loser to tweak the data and rig up a fully automated toilet!”

a toilet’s

glanced at Phecda. “Where’s the experimental data?”

Still MIA, could’ve hit