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

got a tail.”

“Shake them off.”

few impressively executed drifts, they left nothing but a cloud of exhaust

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

modified by Polaris

“Boss, hold tight!”

emerged from an intersection, trapping the pursuing car in

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

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

off 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

and Nyssa

Schnabel’s on the way,

looking

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

soon, those folks might start trashing our place.

Schnabel ever stand on her own two feet? Even if they’re all family, the gallery is Ms. Schnabel’s business. If she doesn’t reach out to Rising Glory,

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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fox. Yvonne, in her high heels, approached the

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

blindside Noela, who was nothing more than a country bumpkin. When the Schnabel

saw her true potential and regretted their decisions,

face was impassive as he said, “Ms. Gruber, this is our turf. We can stand

across Jarred’s face!

by the

in front of a crowd; was she lacking in manners or just out of

any trouble for

mistook his silence for fear and lifted

sense of superiority.

A teal motorcycle zipped by like lightning in the

was decked out in sporty gear, with a pink helmet atop her head. As she removed it, her hair cascaded down, the sunlight seemingly