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 side street. Glancing

got a tail.”

“Shake them off.”

executed drifts, they left nothing but a

ram Noella’s vehicle! After the first unsuccessful attempt, the car charged again for

a car modified by Polaris

“Boss, hold tight!”

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

Wasn’t the target just some high school kid? This show of force didn’t look like anything a regular high school

the front car, her gaze icy as she glanced at the driver and

heavy out there. You’re better off on a motorcycle. We’ll handle this and make sure

a motorcycle parked by the road, and sped off down the

gallery, Jarred and Nyssa waited anxiously at the

the

looking at

the throng of people outside

trashing our place. Maybe we should

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

not appear for a long time, and the event at the rival gallery was in full swing,

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over her shoulders, resembling a walking taking fox. Yvonne,

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

presence would blindside Noela, who was nothing more than a country bumpkin. When the Schnabel family realized her worth and regretted their choices, both

had it all planned out; once the Schnabel family saw her true potential and regretted their decisions, she

this is our

across Jarred’s face! “Loudmouthed mutt, do you even know who you’re talking to?”

by the slap, was

had lashed out in front of a crowd; was she

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

his silence for

sense of superiority.

noise erupted from behind. A teal motorcycle zipped by like lightning in

gear, with a pink helmet atop her head. As she removed it, her hair cascaded down, the sunlight