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?”

had thought of that too but was worried Harriet might not like

Grandma be okay with that?”

knew about you, and she

Grandpa, but she

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

bringing Mom back! And we’ll visit Elara in Emerald County; one daughter has already endured enough hardship, we can’t let the other suffer

I’ll come

her face in her pillow

grandmother had suffered too much. Just the thought was enough to sadden her. She realized how caring Noella was because

her phone, and after pondering for some time, she eventually decided to send Noella a sum of money. Cold comfort was no substitute for a substantial

you dare refuse, or it’s like

a string of kissy–face

and accepted

need for bank heists. I’m well off, and if you run short for your research,

from the Schnabel family and

out, I’ll just

bank transfer in the

Noella any cash? Stingy bunch of dudes. Man, I’m disappointed. Looks like I have to be

silent. One after another, Noella’s phone chimed with

chuckled while her own phone buzzed with incoming transfers from the Schnabel

were busy rolling eggs over their ey puffiness

austere presence and piercing eyes exuded an almost intimidating aura, which could send shiver

Schnabel family breakfast all about

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

count on me to keep

Prison themselves, they had no choice but to rely on him; otherwise they’d never allow

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

you can’t say anything lucky, keep your mouth shut! Talking about harm and retribution, I’ll knock you out myself!”

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

and sat down, taking his time to share