The Killer Queen by Noella Briony

Chapter 169

The Schnabel family was a mess of tears, and it fell to Noella to console one after the othe

Nothing weighed heavier on the Schnabel brothers‘ hearts than the realization of how tough Noella’s life with their grandmother had been.

Beckett ruffled Noella’s hair, feeling an unbearable ache in his chest. How could their sister have endured such hardships?

Looking at Noella with a stern face, Beckett declared, “Sis, from now on, your brothers will protect you!”

With a gentle smile, Noella replied, “Okay.”

Marcel wiped away his tears, stood up, and handed Noella the USB drive.

“Noella, copy your grandma’s video onto this. Bring it with you tomorrow, it might come in handy.”

A sudden thought struck Noella as she gazed at Marcel’s determined face. Did Grandma have some connection to Lockhart Prison? Was it related to the secret she kept from

her?

From the tone of her grandmother’s voice during the video, it was as if she’d known at the

time that Noella was a Schnabel.

Suppressing her curiosity and without further questioning, Noella nodded and accepted the USB drive.

“Got it.”

After giving his instructions, Marcel turned and went upstairs. His figure seemed to age with every step, a man deeply struck by grief.

Tristan, holding Sienna, cried like a toddler, “Honey, Mom knew she was my mom; I’m not an orphan! And she helped raise Noella, but they lived such a hard life.”

“There, there. Now we’ll make it up to Noella. Let’s move Mom’s plot back to the Schnabel family cemetery, okay?”

that too but was worried Harriet might not

be okay with that?”

knew about you, and she was

happened between Grandma and Grandpa, but she wouldn’t blame Dad

at his precious daughter, so sensible anks to his mother who raised her so well

daughter has

come

video sent in the group chat, buried her face in her

She realized how caring Noella was

Noella a sum of money. Cold comfort was no substitute for a substantial bank transfer. Noella, puzzled by the

nice things! Take it, and don’t you dare refuse, or it’s like

followed by a string of kissy–face emojis.

accepted

and if you run short for

from the Schnabel family and

worries. If I run out, I’ll just kidnap Mr. Pollack

transfer in the group

cash? Stingy bunch of dudes. Man, I’m disappointed. Looks like I have to be the guardian of this family.]

another, Noella’s phone chimed

phone buzzed with incoming transfers from the

morning, the Schnabels were busy rolling eggs over

in the wind, pproached the Schnabel Manor with an air of nobility. His austere presence and piercing eyes exuded an almost intimidating aura, which could send shiver down the onlooker’s spine. Yet, the moment he laid eyes on Noella, that

breakfast

Palmer inside, “Come on in, Palmer. Have breakfast first. You’ll

on me to keep Noella safe.”

to Lockhart Prison themselves, they had no choice but to rely on him;

expression, warned, “Mr. Pollack, if my sister comes to any harm, the Pollack Group

lucky, keep your mouth

egg at Beckett, who caught it with a stern face and returned to nursing his swollen eyes

suppress a chuckle. With long strides, he came over to Noella and sat down, taking his time to share the morning meal with