The Killer Queen by Noella Briony

Chapter 118

Maddox gazed skyward as the helicopter roared overhead, his jaw nearly hitting the floor.

Who knew sports cars could sprout wings these days? This was some next–level tech!

Huffing and puffing, the Fuller family finally rolled up in their rickety old truck to the gates of Verdant Gardens.

“Maddox, didn’t you say Noella was back? Where’s the girl?”

Maddox pointed towards the sky, a smirk curling his lips. “She just took off, man. You gonna chase after her?”

“What? She left already? Why didn’t you stop her!”

Chase a helicopter? With what, their beat–up pickup?

They had been counting on Noella agreeing to marry Ellsworth Fuller, hoping Vincent would cough up the cash to clear Ellsworth’s mountain of gambling debts! Now she was gone, and they were left with no leads.

“Maddox, do you know who bought this place? How come it’s sold, and Noella can still stay here?”

Maddox chuckled and took a few puffs of his pipe. “Of course, it’s Ms. Noella’s own kin. They bought the house for her. From now on, this beauty belongs to Ms. Noella, so you lot can kiss your dreams goodbye.”

The house was Noella’s?

The Fullers stood there, dumbstruck.

“Didn’t Vincent say Noella’s folks were just some poor chicken farmers from Emerald County? Where did they get the dough to buy her a house?”

“They must’ve been pulling our leg. Noella’s family can’t be poor! Otherwise, how could she afford a chopper ride? I say her marrying Ellsworth could be our ticket to the high life!”

If Noella’s family was loaded, not only would Ellsworth’s debts vanish, but the Fullers could be swimming in luxury!

With that thought, the Fullers left, visions of dollar signs dancing in their heads.

Maddox watched them go, then dialed Beckett on the sly.

Beckett had left his number with Maddox during Verdant Gardens‘ last renovation, telling him to call if he ever needed anything.

Beckett, who was sneakily checking security footage, answered Maddox’s call. He was now kicking himself for not installing cameras inside the house as well.

The garden cams showed too little!

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he’d been at this a while. It was obvious Palmer had looked after Noella in

1. it.

their sights set on Ms.

heck? They think they can set their sights on my

upset about past events. made his heart ache. He

to comfort her, which made Beckett warm up to him a

brother Jasper walked in..

with cash, keep it out

a dollar less. Otherwise, they can rot in jail.” Beckett was not one to nurse their troubles.

bankrupt both families; they’d have to sell properties to scrape it together.

them locked

ward. Let ‘em pay for their

tied up in legal troubles, paying for healthcare wouldn’t be

easy.

Beckett, the eldest, seemed the most harmless but was actually the most cunning. The future helmsman of the Schnabel family was decisive

lawn of Imperial West Hospital, stirring up a whirlwind before rolling into the parking garage, reemerging as a sleek car.

the trunk, approaching Noella. “For the old gents, as a

sideways. “When did you get these?”

were heading home, we’d need something

Stepping into the hospital room, Marcel sat up straight, pretending he hadn’t been craning his neck in anticipation. “What

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old homestead, paid

about, I’ll go with you. Old Mrs. Lambert’s been a guardian angel to the Schnabels; she deserves

grateful for how she’d cherished their

the gifts to the

and I picked these out for

old men’s faces bloomed with smiles.

one. Let’s see what

found the latest autumn scarf and hat from Master Azure, namely herself.

crafted these items to test the softness and skin–friendliness of the latest fabric

surprise, Palmer swiftly claimed them, dividing them into two separate gifts.

the hat, grinning like a Cheshire cat.

to be outdone, Marcel wrapped the scarf around his neck. “Noella, do I look dashing

what?”

the scarf and beanie was developed by Elara’s lab. It’s not even on the market

lab had a partnership with Polaris Star. The fabric originated from Elara’s chickens, with Polaris Star’s additional touches,