The Killer Queen by Noella Briony

Chapter 162

Tristan strode up to Noella, his hands bracing against the desk as he fixed his gaze on Marcel.

“Dad! Are you even aware of what kind of hellhole Lockhart Prison is? Jasper nearly lost his life there last time! Noella’s just a kid. How can you even think of sending her to such a place? Noella might not have been raised by our side, but she’s still the one and only daughter of the Schnabel family! You only have one granddaughter. How can you be so heartless?”

Marcel retorted angrily. “Are you suggesting I’m intentionally putting Noella in harm’s way? This is about what really happened to your mother. If it weren’t for that unfortunate incident, neither your mother nor Noella would have had to endure so much hardship!”

Tristan was stunned. “My… my mom? Dad, are you saying you know who my mom is?”

Marcel glanced at him irritably. “I haven’t laid a finger on Ashlyn since we were married, and you think I won’t know who your mother is?”

He just needed some concrete evidence to support his suspicions, but both Merrick and Sexton were being evasive. Those two old foxes wouldn’t utter a peep!

Thankfully, Noella had brought the DNA test results.

Tristan, looking at the paternity test report on the desk and hearing Noella say it was a test between him and Grandma Harriet, was completely dumbfounded!

He embraced Noella in a bear hug, sobbing. “Sweetheart! Thank you for always being there for your grandma!*

Noella, a bit helpless, patted Tristan’s back in an attempt to comfort him.

Marcel snorted coldly. “I’ve made arrangements at Lockhart Prison. Palmer will accompany Noella. Nothing will happen.”

Tristan straightened up suddenly. “Dad, why didn’t you say you had everything under control? You had me worried sick! I knew you wouldn’t harm Noella. For a moment there, I thought you were Wolf.”

Marcel, at the end of his patience, snapped, “Get out!”

Stepping out of Marcel’s study, Noella received a call from Nyssa.

“Ms. Schnabel, could you swing by the gallery? There’s a situation here that needs your attention. A new gallery opened across the street run by Yvonne Gruber, and she’s been stirring up trouble with our gallery ever since you’ve been away!”

“Alright.”

Hanging up, Noella left the Schnabel estate and got into the car driven by Alkaid.

The traffic in Imperial City was a nightmare, especially during rush hour and holidays.

a detour down a side street. Glancing

got a tail.”

“Shake them off.”

a few impressively executed drifts, they left

to pursue them relentlessly, even trying to ram Noella’s vehicle! After the first unsuccessful

really think a car modified by Polaris Star could

“Boss, hold tight!”

emerged from an intersection, trapping the pursuing car in the

driver of the pursuing car was bewildered. Wasn’t the target just some high school kid? This show of force didn’t look like anything a regular high

car, her gaze icy as she glanced at the

on a motorcycle. We’ll handle this and make sure he spills everything.”

Alkaid’s warm smile, Noella nodded, swung her long legs over a motorcycle parked by the road,

Nyssa waited anxiously

Schnabel’s on the

minutes, but looking at today’s traffic map, everything’s jammed up. She’s probably stuck in

at the throng of people outside the rival gallery, grew increasingly worried.

soon, those folks might start trashing

to Rising Glory for every little thing, how will Ms. Schnabel ever stand on her own two feet? Even if they’re all family, the gallery is

watch the other side with a tense expression. Noella did not appear for a long time, and

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woman in a frilly pink dress emerged from the crowd, a full fox fur draped over her shoulders, resembling a walking taking fox. Yvonne, in her high heels, approached

at Noella’s little watchdogs. What’s the matter? Too scared to open

into the darling daughter of the Gruber family, confident that her presence would blindside Noela, who was nothing more than a country bumpkin. When the Schnabel family realized her worth and regretted their choices, both the Schnabel and Gruber families would

regretted their decisions, she would make Noella pay for every

as he said, “Ms. Gruber, this is our turf. We can stand wherever

arm swung up landing a stinging slap across Jarred’s face! “Loudmouthed mutt, do

by the slap, was

crowd; was she lacking in

his principle of not causing any trouble for Ms. Schnabel, Jarred bit

Yvonne mistook his silence for fear and lifted her chin, basking

sense of superiority.

rumbling noise erupted from behind. A teal

gear, with a pink helmet atop her head. As she removed it, her hair cascaded down, the sunlight seemingly orchestrated to accentuate her cool and dashing presence.