The Killer Queen by Noella Briony

Chapter 168

The Schnabel family gathered around the osmanthus sculpture that Stirling had brought back home.

If Noella wasn’t so sure there was something hidden inside, they’d all be doubting whether they had the right object at all! How could a U–disk be stashed in this thing?

The sculpture looked seamless, carved from a single piece of fine white jade without a single trace of joint or graft, as though it was a masterpiece hewn from the heart of the earth itself!

Tristan whistled in awe, “Last year, a white jade sculpture by Master Sylvie went for a cool fifty million at the auction. This one could fetch a pretty penny if we ever decided to sell.”

Beckett asked, “Noella, did Grandma buy this sculpture?”

Noella shook her head, “No, it was a gift from me to grandma. Picked it up at a flea market for ten buck.”

In truth, this was her very first carving after she learned the craft. Grandma had always cherished osmanthus fragrans, so Noella carved one for her.

As for the stone, it indeed cost only ten dollar, but the white jade that was later uncovered

turned out to be worth a fortune.

The Schnabel family members were stunned to hear such an exquisite sculpture came with such a meager price tag!

Jasper asked his father, “Dad, are you sure this isn’t a piece by Master Sylvie?”

Tristan slapped his forehead in frustration.

“It has Master Sylvie’s signature mark. Most wouldn’t recognize it, but I’ve bought so many of Sylvie’s pieces over the years; I can tell this is the real deal!”

Marcel motioned for silence, “Enough chatter, Noella, where did Grandma stash the thing? Surely we’re not going to smash this sculpture?”

Tristan clutched the piece protectively, “No way, Dad! This is a top–tier sculpture!”

“Out of my way, you fool. Are you really going to value this over what your mother left behind?”

“But…the sculpture was also left by mom!”

Marcel paused, contemplating the truth in those words. The sculpture was clearly one of Harriet’s beloved possessions. If they destroyed it, she would have been furious.

atop the sculpture, revealing

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is the

her stay with the Lambert family, she came up with the USB to store things

the sculpture’s overall beauty; if anything, it added

Sylvie’s craft

Master Sylvie is truly a jewel in

nose, silently taking in the Schnabel family’s colorful praises for Master Sylvie.

in the living

with anticipation. The first thing to appear was the soft cough

hair, silver as the moon, was neatly arranged behind her ears, adorned with an osmanthus hairpin that highlighted her

with the passage of years, Harriet remained elegant and gentle, her gaze as tender as a

saw her, his

“Harriet.”

would scorn his aged

Marcel realized how much he regretted not spending

filled the room, “Noella, my precious girl, if you’re

failing day by day. When you weren’t at home, I started to forget

you’d surely cry in secret, just like when you were a little

in Noella’s eyes, but she blinked them back. Every day since her grandmother’s departure, she

not Vincent’s kid, but he’s not my kid, either. So that doesn’t matter to me.

ever find your family,

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can’t find them, take my belongings and go to the Schnabel family in

right, and so will your grandfather,

the camera, “As for the things I’ve kept from you, I

and they will accept you. You don’t need to live

for me.

treat you poorly, I’ll haunt Marcel even from

a fit of coughing. It took

the past, to have made you endure so much hardship