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.

but what about the other things? Those incriminating files on

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a file on your misdeeds. There’s no need to explain anything further to me.” Travis had been siphoning funds, oppressing the staff, allowing for wage deductions that wound up in his pocket, even

their right to labor arbitration, brainwashed by Travis’s talk of making sacrifices for the gallery, for the sake of art. Tristan

Tristan had it all planned out. If Noella hadn’t noticed these issues, he would have quietly taken care of things,

Schnabel…you can’t do this. I’m innocent!”

police decide if you’re innocent or not,” Noella turned her attention away and handed him over to the waiting officers before walking

nervous employees huddled together. Although Travis had made their lives miserable, seeing Ms. Schnabel swiftly deal with both Travis and Petra, the gallery managers, had them anxious that they might

her expression

the assistant manager?”

crowd. “Ms. Schnabel, that would

of Travis’s duties. Make sure to compile a report of any actions he’s taken that have harmed

Thank you, Ms. Schnabel, for this

Travis was terrified that his

who’s the assistant manager responsible for the exhibition galleries?:

my name

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

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

the gallery and seeing her designs claimed by

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setting up galleries

few new positions, revitalizing the once dispirited staff.

for the day. The police will confiscate all our

Spread poison?

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

then no one in the

the investigation.” Noella had already checked this morning. The tainted supplies hadn’t been used, and the existing artworks in the

police soon returned with

there are various toxic chemicals in the canvases. Even your office’s drinking water contains traces

the paints and canvases been poisoned, but even Ms. Schnabel’s office water wasn’t

It was a sheer act of madness!

items would be compromised and merely wanted to verify