The Killer Queen by Noella Briony

Chapter 147

The exhibition hall was the one that Noella had heard the workers mentioning last night, which

had been tampered with.

Perhaps in an attempt to deflect suspicion and clear her own name, Petra had sabotaged the materials used in the exhibit overseen by Travis.

All it took was finding the central stress point of a load–bearing pillar and giving it a gentle nudge. Then the already hollow materials of the structure would collapse, just as they had before them.

The employees summoned by Noella stood around, their faces a mask of confusion.

What exactly had happened?

Thankfully, the gallery wasn’t open to the public yet. If this disaster had occurred during visiting hours, the reputation of the gallery would have been in ruins!

Travis’s legs shook uncontrollably, trembling like the dust settling around the wreckage.

“What…what on earth has happened? I swear I didn’t know, Ms. Schnabel! You have to believe me; I had no idea there was anything wrong with the exhibition hall.”

Noella spoke evenly. “You’re in charge of this place. Travis. As the head, you claim ignorance about the flaws? Have you even inspected this place since its construction?”

“I…I’ve been busy with other things. You have no idea how many tasks we have to manage daily at the gallery, Ms. Schnabel. I simply couldn’t keep track of everything.”

Noella let out a cold laugh, her gaze falling on the ruins before her. “I’ll be calling the police to handle this matter.“,

This disaster was just the fallout of the internal squabble between Travis and Petra, with the Gruber family cunningly taking advantage of the chaos.

“You engage in petty power struggles and let others pay the price. You flex your muscles. before the staff, forcing them to take sides. If I’m not mistaken, wasn’t Dalia previously an intern under Petra?”

Travis’s torment of Dalia was solely for his own selfish desires! Bullying a fresh graduate intern -what kind of game was that?

“Ms. Schnabel! I truly had no knowledge of this; please don’t let the police take me away. The gallery has so many issues that need my attention; even if I haven’t made many achievements, I still deserve some credit for my years of service here!”

Noella’s expression remained impassive.

Those incriminating files on Petra – you sent them to my inbox, didn’t you? Unfortunately

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anything further to me.” Travis had been siphoning funds, oppressing

to labor arbitration, brainwashed by Travis’s talk of making sacrifices for the gallery, for the sake of art. Tristan had highlighted these issues yesterday without putting it in a direct manner, leaving

too much. Tristan had it all planned out. If Noella hadn’t noticed these issues, he would have quietly taken care of things, ensuring his daughter’s happiness wasn’t disturbed.

can’t do this. I’m

Noella turned her attention away and

had made their lives miserable, seeing Ms. Schnabel swiftly deal with both Travis and Petra, the gallery managers, had them

looked up, her expression stern.

assistant

crowd.

compile a report of any actions he’s taken that have

Schnabel, for this

never even had the chance to speak to Noella. Travis was terrified that his staff might curry favor with

assistant manager responsible for

my name

you’ll take over Petra’s duties. Whether you secure your position

was visibly excited, vowing with conviction, “You can count on me, Ms. Schnabel.

at the gallery and seeing her designs claimed by Petra as her

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more familiar with setting up galleries than her.

positions, revitalizing the

will confiscate all our paints and canvases

Spread poison?

“Ms. Schnabel, why would someone do that? We use those canvases and paints every

one in

The tainted supplies hadn’t been used, and the existing artworks in the

soon returned with their

your gallery’s paints, and there are various toxic chemicals in the

Not only had the paints and canvases been poisoned, but even Ms. Schnabel’s office water

been so brazen? It was a sheer

items would be compromised and merely wanted to verify