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 in the rear–view mirror, he said, “Boss,

got a tail.”

“Shake them off.”

executed drifts, they left nothing but a cloud of exhaust

to pursue them relentlessly, even trying to ram Noella’s vehicle! After the first unsuccessful attempt, the car charged again for

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“Boss, hold tight!”

counter–strikes, several motorcycles emerged from an intersection, trapping

high school kid? This show of force didn’t look like anything a regular high

icy as she glanced at the driver and said indifferently, “Clean this up.”

on a

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

the gallery, Jarred and Nyssa waited anxiously at

the

minutes, but looking at today’s traffic map, everything’s

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

show up soon, those folks might start trashing our place. Maybe we should

Rising Glory for every little thing, how will Ms. Schnabel ever stand on her own two feet? Even if

expression. Noella did not appear for a long time, and the event at the rival gallery

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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 the entrance of the gallery, her chin Uted in disdain as she regarded Jarred and

matter? Too scared to open up shop because of the noise from our

than a country

the Schnabel family saw her true potential and regretted their decisions, she would

is our turf. We can

across Jarred’s face! “Loudmouthed mutt, do you even know who

by the

front of a crowd; was she lacking in

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

no retort from Jarred, Yvonne mistook his silence for fear and

sense of superiority.

erupted from behind. A teal motorcycle zipped

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