The Killer Queen by Noella Briony

Chapter 157

The moment Vincent so much as thought about cash, his aches and pains seemed to vanish!

Belinda sneered inwardly.

Considering how blind and biased the old lady was, her favoritism had known no bounds. She treated Noella like the apple of her eye, raising her as if she were a precious gem. Chances were that bracelet was deliberately left for Noella by the old bat herself!

Why should Noella get it, though? The old lady’s belongings should rightfully go to her own flesh and blood, her granddaughter! That bracelet was so exquisite; putting it on Noella was like casting pearls before swine. If only Briony could have it…

Calculations danced in Belinda’s eyes.

“Honey,” she conspired to Vincent, “that bracelet must’ve been nicked by Noella. She’s out of our lives now, so let’s call the cops, say she took Mom’s stuff. She’ll have to return it then, right?”

Vincent, who’d gotten a good thrashing from Noella and still felt tender in the face, hesitated at her suggestion. “Well… we don’t have proof that the bracelet belonged to Mom. If that little brat insists it’s got nothing to do with Mom, what then?”

“What do we do then? That bracelet’s worth a fortune! Are we just going to let her have it?” Belinda, fighting through her pain, was relentless.

Vincent, of course, wasn’t about to let go!

The bracelet was worth a pretty penny; how could he let Noella just walk away with it?

“Here’s the plan–I’ll pay off a few influencers to boost our story, claim we lost a family treasure. Once the news spreads, she’ll have no choice but to return it out of fear!”

Vincent had it all planned out. If they could just start an online smear campaign against Noella, she would undoubtedly cave under pressure and return what rightfully belonged to them!

Unbeknownst to them, Ellsworth, who had been eavesdropping, quietly opened his eyes. Seizing the moment when they weren’t paying attention, he made his escape.

Why should that precious item ever belong to Vincent’s?

Noella was the future bride handpicked for him by the Lambert and Fuller families. Everything she owned should rightfully be his!

Night fell early in Emerald County. Stars dotted the canvas of the sky, and Elara was sound asleep beside her. Noella had just undone her hair to lie down when she heard a faint rustling noise.

The Schnabel family’s old mansion was well–maintained–no critters here. So, it could only

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mean one thing- someone was inside!

picked up her phone, and checked

texted: (Boss, some punk’s sneaked into your place. Want

[No need.]

the text were a few candid shots of

stealthily left the room, and Elara, almost as if on

eyes.

“Noella…”

sister up? A bathroom trip, perhaps? But their en–suite should

when she heard a strange noise.

Panic set in.

on her first visit to Emerald County,

slipping on shoes, Elara dashed out in

which grand doorway the

heart

stunning face and svelte figure made him lick his lips with lecherous

advantage of the situation, would he not win

was awash with vile thoughts, oblivious to the piercing gaze from above, observing him

risk waking Elara. She touched her wristwatch, aimed at the intruder’s neck artery, and

descended from her perch, looking down indifferently at the man sprawled on the floor like

for the risk of causing trouble for Elara and the Schnabel family, Ellsworth’s fate would be more

in hand, finally found Noella.

Are you okay? What

Caught

prone figure of Ellsworth

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Since when is the Schnabel family’s security so lax!”

came out when I heard noises, and

were indeed quite a few people who gambled all night and failed to pay up,

She summoned the old butler, who handled the situation and handed Ellsworth over to the police.

with serious concern. “Next time, let me handle it. I’m the older sister; it’s not your place to step in. If something happened

the first time she’d spoken to Noella

you were tired. You needed rest. I didn’t want anyone to disturb you.”

Elara paused.

she was tired that afternoon just to ensure she could get some rest? The coolness of Noella’s bedding

kind of angel was

emotions welled up in Elara, but she still scolded firmly. “I can take care of myself, I promise! But

bare feet. It was clear that Elara