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.

street. Glancing in the rear–view mirror, he said, “Boss, we’ve

got a tail.”

“Shake them off.”

a few impressively executed drifts, they left

to ram Noella’s vehicle! After the first unsuccessful attempt, the car

a car modified by Polaris

“Boss, hold tight!”

from an intersection, trapping the pursuing car in the middle.

bewildered. Wasn’t the target just some high school kid? This show of

front car, her gaze icy as she

You’re better off on a motorcycle.

her long legs over a motorcycle parked by the road, and sped off down the alley.

Nyssa waited anxiously at

on the

she’d be here in five minutes, but looking at today’s traffic map, everything’s

outside the rival gallery,

Schnabel doesn’t show up soon, those folks might start trashing our place.

on her own two feet? Even if they’re all family, the gallery is

other side with a tense expression. Noella did not appear for a long time, and the event at the rival gallery was in full swing, drawing plenty of

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walking taking fox. Yvonne, in her high heels, approached the entrance of the gallery, her chin Uted in disdain

Too scared to open up shop because of the noise from

a country bumpkin. When the Schnabel family realized her worth and regretted their choices, both the Schnabel and Gruber families would

planned out; once the Schnabel family saw her true potential and regretted their decisions, she would make

impassive as he said, “Ms. Gruber, this is our turf. We

slap across Jarred’s face! “Loudmouthed mutt,

the slap, was dazed.

was she lacking in manners

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

retort from Jarred, Yvonne mistook his silence for fear and lifted

sense of superiority.

teal motorcycle zipped by like lightning in the jungle, pulling up at the

on the motorcycle was decked out in sporty gear, with a pink helmet atop her head. As she removed