The Killer Queen by Noella Briony

Chapter 234

Sienna’s hands trembled with rage as she stared at her phone.

Marcel’s only offspring was Tristan, and with most of the extended family away from Imperial City, Sienna had been the one calling the shots since Ashlyn moved out. Their household wasn’t strict, and Sienna had always been kind to the staff. But beneath her watchful eye, a snake had been lurking

Queenie stumbled several steps back, legs quaking, yet her mouth ran with defiance. “Madam, Ashlyn instructed me to take those items, it wasn’t my doing…

The videos she had been filming mostly featured the Schnabel Mansion, particularly the part where Ashlyn used to live. Noella smirked slightly “The money on your statements has been funneled to your son, not a dime went into Ashlyn’s pockets.” Queenie had been selling off the Schnabel family treasures at bargain prices. With Ashlyn and Marcel’s divorce, the old house was even more deserted, and the missing items became more apparent. As the thefts piled up, so did the money in Queenie’s accounts.

“No big deal, Queenie,” Noella said coolly. “Your son and his wife just bought a fancy downtown apartment in Imperial City last month, without even having jobs. Relying on your support to purchase a property at a hundred thousand per square foot, your husband and sons don’t work; you’ve been carrying quite the burden, haven’t you?”

Queenie had more than one son, and the fact that each could afford a downtown Imperial City apartment outright was a testament to her “hard work“. But the nature of that hard work was something only Queenie knew too well.

Having had it so easy at the Schnabels for years, she’d allowed her sons to quit their jobs. If she lost this job, how would her sons

survive?

“Madam, please, don’t fire me. I was forced into this. Every time I sold something. I gave a large cut to Ashlyn! She made me do it!”

Sienna’s fury was palpable. “Save your excuses for the police!”

Noella spoke for her, Sienna wouldn’t be too

head repeatedly and muttering pleas. “Ms, Noella, I didn’t do it on purpose. I beg you, don’t send me to jail. I’m old, and I raised the young masters and

Yvonne, and she’s a ‘Gruber now, not a Schnabel. As

and those who shared her videos were being contacted by the

bought with illegal money will be reclaimed by the Schnabels. Tell your sons to claim a spot under the bridge while they can.”

on the floor!

served the Schnabels for years, I beg of you, don’t do

bring Yvonne and Ashlyn for questioning too. It’s

over the row of servants. “Queenie was dirty; you might want to clean your own hands.”

panicked at the thought

is still under your rule. Ms. Noella just got back,

Madam. We’ve served for years and deserve better than

country bumpkin; she knows nothing of

heed Noellal This house belongs to Noella; we’re merely living under her grace.

in, “Exactly I’d be happy even if

on his shoulders to watch fireworks. Elara was always mature, preferring to study and

arrived promptly, taking aylay a group of servants. Even

table, sighing. “This mess has happened under my

for Noella stumbling upon the secretive antics of Queenie, she would’ve

eye, and