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.

Glancing in the rear–view

got a tail.”

“Shake them off.”

pedal, and after a few impressively executed drifts, they left nothing but a

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

they really think a car modified by Polaris

“Boss, hold tight!”

emerged from an intersection, trapping the

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

of the front car, her gaze icy as she glanced at the driver and said indifferently, “Clean this

it, Boss. The traffic’s too heavy out there. You’re better off on a motorcycle.

warm smile, Noella nodded, swung her long legs over a motorcycle

and Nyssa

on the way,

minutes, but looking

the throng of people outside the rival gallery, grew

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

composed. “If we run 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 Ms. Schnabel’s business.

but continued to watch the other side with a tense expression. Noella did not appear for a long

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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

to open up shop because of the noise

who was nothing more than a country bumpkin.

family saw her true potential and regretted their decisions, she would make Noella pay for every single compromise she had ever

this is our turf. We

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

struck by the slap, was

she lacking in manners or just

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

silence for fear and lifted her chin, basking in a

sense of superiority.

poised to slap Nyssa, a rumbling noise erupted from behind. A teal motorcycle zipped by like lightning in the

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