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?”

was worried

would Grandma be okay with that?”

thought, Noella nodded. “Grandma would want to be with Dad and me. She knew about you, and she was a good person. She wouldn’t hold the past against

Grandpa, but she wouldn’t blame Dad and my

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

one daughter has already endured enough

come with you.”

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

thought was enough to sadden her. She realized how caring Noella was because of the hardships

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

[It’s all for you. That’s the last quarter’s research bonus. I’ll keep earning and buy you even more nice things! Take it, and don’t you dare refuse, or it’s like you’re looking down on me! Buy whatever you want, and if you run out, come to

was followed by a string of

accepted the hard–earned money.

for bank heists. I’m well off, and if you

Polaris Star’s assets and the allowances from the Schnabel family and the Palmer family, Noella had no

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

transfer in

I’m disappointed. Looks

men were silent. One after another, Noella’s

her own phone buzzed with incoming transfers from the Schnabel family.

Schnabels were busy rolling eggs over their ey

the Schnabel Manor with an air of nobility. His austere presence and piercing eyes exuded an almost intimidating

breakfast all about eggs

in, Palmer. Have breakfast first. You’ll be in charge of Noella’s safety for the next

on me to keep Noella safe.”

brothers huffed, somewhat distrustful, but 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

if my sister

lucky, keep your mouth shut! Talking about harm and retribution, I’ll knock

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

strides, he came over to Noella and sat down, taking his time to share the morning meal