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?”

but was worried Harriet might

Grandma be okay with

Dad and me. She knew about you, and she was a good person. She wouldn’t hold the past against

happened between Grandma and Grandpa, but she wouldn’t

into tears again! Looking at his precious daughter, so sensible anks to his mother who raised

daughter has already endured enough hardship,

I’ll come with

buried her face in her pillow and wept in silence

She realized how caring Noella was because of the hardships she faced in previous years, the ordeal she went

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

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

followed by a

and accepted the hard–earned money.

But no need for bank heists. I’m well off, and if you run short

from the Schnabel family and the Palmer family, Noella had no

I’ll just kidnap Mr. Pollack – he’s

bank transfer in the group chat.

I’m disappointed. Looks like I have to be the guardian of this

Schnabel men were silent. One after another, Noella’s

chuckled while her own phone buzzed with incoming transfers

morning, the Schnabels were busy rolling eggs

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

breakfast all about

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

count on me to

since they couldn’t go to Lockhart Prison themselves, they had no choice but to rely on him; otherwise they’d never allow their sister to risk going to that perilous place.

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

mouth shut! Talking

who caught it with a stern face and returned to nursing his swollen eyes in

to Noella and sat down, taking his time to share the morning meal with