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

got a tail.”

“Shake them off.”

executed drifts,

car continued to pursue them relentlessly, even trying to ram Noella’s vehicle! After the first unsuccessful

car modified by Polaris Star could be so easily wrecked?

“Boss, hold tight!”

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

kid?

gaze icy as she glanced at the driver and

Boss. The traffic’s too heavy out there. You’re better off on a motorcycle. We’ll handle this

warm smile, Noella nodded, swung her long legs over a motorcycle parked by the road, and

Jarred and Nyssa

on the

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

people outside the rival gallery, grew increasingly

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

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, we

other side with a tense expression. Noella did not appear for a long time, and the event at

10:57

emerged from the crowd, a full fox fur draped over her shoulders, resembling a walking taking fox. Yvonne, in

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

nothing more than a country bumpkin. When the Schnabel family realized her worth and

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

as he said, “Ms. Gruber, this is our turf. We can stand wherever we damn well

across Jarred’s face!

the slap,

front of a crowd; was she

not causing any trouble for Ms. Schnabel, Jarred bit

Yvonne mistook his silence for fear and lifted her chin, basking

sense of superiority.

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

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