The Killer Queen by Noella Briony

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[Look at them, the picture of family harmony. If you don’t take action soon, the Schnabels will surely strip you of your position.] The nanny warned as she sent the video.

Yvonne watched the video of the jolly family gathering, her eyes reddening with rage. She zoomed in on the video, spotting Palmer and Sexton.

Why was Sexton there too? Was Palmer roped into this get–together by him, with no choice but to join the Schnabels‘ feast? At this rate, that country bumpkin might actually marry Palmer, and then she’d have no standing in either the Schnabel or Pollack families.

All her painstaking efforts- was she really supposed to just hand everything over to someone else?

Tears streaming down her face, Yvonne handed the phone to Ashlyn.

“Grandma, look at this. They are dining together right now, and it looks like they are one big happy family.”

Ashlyn gave a weak glance at the video and lethargically nodded in agreement.

Noella’s outburst earlier in the day had left Ashlyn terrified, fearing another violent episode. Rumor had it that a few caregivers Noella had struck ended up in the ICU.

It was simply horrifying!

With her own face still swollen, Ashlyn hadn’t received the slightest care, and Yvonne, upon her return, hadn’t even noticed her grandmother’s injury.

“Grandma, don’t you care even a little bit? Mom and Dad have no sense of filial piety towards you. They don’t treat us like family. Such an important occasion, and they didn’t even call us to join them for dinner!”

Ashlyn merely nodded and mumbled, “Oh, dinner, family dinner.”

Frowning at her grandmother, Yvonne only now noticed Ashlyn’s bruised face. She screamed and called for a caregiver.

“What happened here? How did my grandmother get hurt?”

“It was the lady herself,” the caregiver spoke without emotion. “Also, Mr. Schnabel instructed you to prepare for a flight to Gerastor tomorrow. The arrangements for the convalescent home for the old lady and your school have all been made.”

nearly dropped her phone!

sending her and her grandmother abroad–and as soon as tomorrow?

without another glance at the duo. They were Pollack family caregivers, not the beefy, do–nothing bruisers Ashlyn had hired to strut around

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rumors–Yvonne aspiring to be their group’s lady wod attacking Annie, the assistant, even contemplating firing all

contemptible bully their future

stand for it!

Yvonne was dumbfounded,

so wrong all these years? No one in the Schnabel family seemed to have a conscience. Despite being at Ashlyn’s side, her status was less than a nanny’s,

streaming down her face, Yvonne replied to

so negative, Think about it if something happens tonight, you and the old lady might not have to leave, right? And isn’t someone missing from the video? You and Ms. Elara are both adopted daughters. If Ms. Elara agrees to join forces with you, the Schnabels‘ assets could easily fall into your hands. Mr. Pollack only joined the dinner out of politeness. The old

message, Yvonne sprang

right; she could still

the video to Elara, who was busy with experiments in Emerald County. She wanted to see Elara’s reaction

herself, “Who took this? Why are they filming my brothers? Can’t they get a direct shot of Noella? Who wants to see those brats?”

about was her sister.

replied: [Send

all the videos she had,

crying secretly in Emerald County?

sad. We were never really part of their family. It’s normal for outsiders like us not to fit in. If you’re upset, I can keep you company!

leave us in the negatives. I have no interest in fools. I was never a Schnabel. None of what they

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sent smiling emojis to hint

she could

Damn it a!!!

Noella. Didn’t Elara feel like something of hers had

to Noella, that country bumpkin, thinking it. would secure her