The Killer Queen by Noella Briony

Chapter 195

There’s only three on Vocalist’s side in the South Flora Storage. Come now, boss!”

The South Flora Storage wasn’t far from where Noella stood–it was merely six miles away. She quickly memorized the route after a glance at her phone’s map, then pocketed the device and swung her leg over her parked motorcycle, securing her helmet before revving the engine to life.

“Hey, Ulrich, I’ve got something urgent, so can you drop off Malvina and Elara for me? I’ll head home later!” Noella called out, the roar of her bike punctuating her hastiness.

“Wait, Noella-” Ulrich’s response was cut short as Noella’s figure vanished around the corner, soon becoming nothing more than a blur on the horizon.

Malvina let out a whistle, “Wow, would you look at that? Our little Noella’s got a wild streak. I like it!” She had thought Noella was the pampered darling of the Schnabel family, the precious Ms. Noella.

Squinting in the direction Noella had disappeared, Malvina had a hunch she was heading toward the Shadow Dragon Society’s hideout. Whether or not it was a mere gut feeling, she was all for buying Noella some time.

The Shadow Dragon Society had a hand in her mother’s death, and now they expected to roam around Imperial City, terrorizing people under Arthur’s protection. Not on her watch. “If a dog bites without a leash, it’s the owner’s fault,” Malvina mused aloud.

Turning to Ulrich with a flirtatious smile, she said, “I think I’ll stop here. Those guys know me, and I can’t explain that to grandpa. Mind giving me a ride back?”

“If you don’t, I’ll tell our dear Noella you’re a bad brother. You’re supposed to bring a girl back safe and sound, right?”

Ulrich’s eyelid twitched in annoyance.

“Fine, I’ll take you home. Elara, hop on.”

As they drove, Malvina passed the phone to Ulrich, “Add me on WhatsApp, why don’t you? You’re the second in the Schnabels, and I’m in the same spot at the Grubers. We might have more in common than you think.”

Common ground?

What could they possibly share?

As Ulrich added her, he raised an eyebrow and said, “Do you also have a passion for research on proton pump inhibitors for stress–related ulcers? Because that would be something we have in common.”

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There, Ulrich was launching into a ceaseless explanation of his latest research project, but Malvina didn’t catch a word. Her gaze glazed over with confusion.

it, will you? Brag about your research

life. Did he really

rubbed her temples, muttering to herself, “What a blunder. I thought I could snag a Schnabel heir to beef up my inheritance claim,

continued, Ulrich’s eyes flicked

being followed. Are they Shadow Dragon

outfor

leaned out for a

Looks like they are after me. That driver is Yvonne’s father. His face is uniquely hideous and made me hard

handling the dirtiest of deeds for Arthur during all those

Yates wanting Yvonne to replace me.

Please.”

scoffed; her stunning face was dripping

me, that’d be

helpless as to need the Schnabels to deal with this. Though, if

great!”

a complex look on

was all bravado, despite the sweat on her forehead

and she just helped us find several Shadow Dragon Society hangouts, I’m not one to abandon a

buttons of his shirt as his expression

them off

South Flora Storage.

buildings. Noella’s motorcycle skidded across the decrepit landscape, her eyes

structure.

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bushes and waved at

The Shadow Dragon Society has over three hundred men, and Vocalist’s reinforcements are

make it?” she

dug up the road with excavators and thus trapped them. It’ll take a while to get here.”

by the Shadow Dragon Society’s ruthlessness. Imperial City was not some lawless border town but now

a concerned citizen, Phecda dialed the emergency hotline, reporting everything and sending

Imperial City still upheld

on rescue duty. But Vocalist