The Killer Queen by Noella Briony

Chapter 186

Yvonne was on the verge of a meltdown, her face hidden behind her hands as tear after tear streamed down her cheeks.

“Malvina, how could you hit me? I swear I didn’t mean it that way. I wasn’t trying to stir up trouble!”

“Yeah, right!” Malvina massaged her wrist before slapping Yvonne once again. “Come on, tell her how she’s supposed to talk to a lady of my standing.”

One of the Gruber family’s servants stepped forward and declared, “Being slapped by Malvina is a privilege, Yvonne. You should be thanking her for even bothering with you.”

Yvonne’s face was ablaze with pain, her gaze turning to Noella, who had remained silent throughout the ordeal.

Noella’s expression was indifferent, and Yvonne suddenly felt like a complete fool in her presence.

“Noella, we’re practically family. Please, ask Malvina to let me off this once,” Yvonne pleaded, her eyes locking onto Noella’s.

Convinced that with so many high–society guests watching, Noella would surely play the magnanimous card to leave a good impression, Noella had to speak up for her.

Noella’s voice was cool and detached. “Have you forgotten what I told you outside the art gallery last time?”

The mere memory of that public humiliation at the gallery had Yvonne’s cheeks throbbing all over again. “Ms. Schnabel, please, ask Malvina to spare me. I’ll never cross you again,

save me.”

Noella was toying with her! It must be that Noella was jealous now that she had become the Gruber family’s darling. It had to be envy!

Noella looked away, her tone unchanging. “Oh, I won’t help.”

Yvonne was dumbstruck.

The country bumpkin dared to reject her? Was she not afraid of being seen as uncouth and heartless by the others?

Noella wasn’t giving Yvonne a second thought. Her little charades were just pathetic attempts to sow discord between her and Malvina, all to gain some advantage.

“What’s going on here?”

nearby as Walden approached, pushing an

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silk robe embroidered with a thajestic black

lifted at the sight of Arthur. This was her chance to play

the impending drama, wrapped his arm around Noella and stepped back.

My fiancée, getting to know what Ms. Gruber is

new to the Imperial City’s elite, was unacquainted with the notorious Malvina. This was her first encounter with someone so brazen yet unsophisticated. Malvina’s personality was bold, and somehow, Noella couldn’t help but find it

over to Arthur, Malvina’s foot jutted out,

“Ah…”

tried to hit me. Oh, dear! It’s okay, I don’t blame you. After all,

pain, and tears immediately began

lay on the ground, internally cursing Malvina. When had she ever hit Malvina? It was clear

not like that,

for me, Grandpa. Yvonne’s just immature. I don’t blame her;

gaze shifted to Noella. She nodded to him in greeting. “Malvina

Noella, Malvina turned back and stealthily stepped on Yvonne, her stiletto

burst into tears from the pain. “Ow!”

and shout like that, especially not here. But then again, I suppose it’s natural for someone less fortunate–looking to seek

Yvonne was speechless.

Was Malvina crazy?

into a smile, her impression of Malvina

was too hard

Malvina’s display, Arthur’s frown softened, and he beckoned her over. “Malvina knows best. I am so proud of you. Yvonne, on the other hand… Go rest, and don’t come out until

he saw Yvonne as

to protest, Yvonne’s eyes filled with

she limped back to her room, her

resentment.

cheerfully at Yvonne’s retreating figure, playfully

to compete with her? Way too

“Ms. Schnabel,

Walden, her voice calm. “Walden, out of the dog