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

would Grandma be okay with

nodded. “Grandma would want to be with Dad and me. She knew about you,

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 in such

visit Elara in Emerald County; one daughter has already endured enough hardship, we can’t let the other suffer in the

course, I’ll come with you.”

watching the video sent in the group chat, buried her face in her pillow and wept in

sadden her. She realized how caring Noella was because of the hardships she faced in previous years,

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 bank transfer. Noella, puzzled by the unexpected windfall, wondered why her

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

message was followed by a

laughed helplessly and accepted

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

told, between Polaris Star’s assets and the allowances from the Schnabel family

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

transfer

bunch of dudes. Man, I’m disappointed. Looks like I have to be the guardian of

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

phone buzzed with

busy

landed on the lawn, Palmer, with his trench coat billowing 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 frosty demeanor melted into a look

Schnabel family breakfast all about eggs

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

count on me to

had no choice but

deadpan expression, warned, “Mr. Pollack, if my sister comes to any

say anything lucky, keep your mouth shut! Talking about

Tristan threw an egg at Beckett, who caught it with a stern

couldn’t suppress a chuckle. With long strides, he came over to Noella and