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!”

these days. If Noella spoke for her,

I didn’t do it on purpose. I beg you, don’t send me to jail. I’m old,

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

social media accounts had vanished, and those who shared her videos were being

you. The properties bought with illegal money will be reclaimed by the

on

I’ve served the Schnabels for years, I beg of you, don’t do this. It was Ms. Yvonne’s

police bring Yvonne and Ashlyn for questioning too. It’s time

“Queenie was dirty; you might want to clean your own hands.”

servants panicked at the thought of being

Noella just got back, and she’s already trying to step

Madam. We’ve served for years and deserve better than this. If we’re investigated, it will shake our faith.”

bumpkin; she

snapped, “What my daughter says, goes! You might not listen to me, but you must heed Noellal This house belongs to Noella; we’re merely living under her grace. Whatever she decides, we’ll abide by it! She is a Schnabel.

in, “Exactly I’d be happy even if Noella stepped on

the tender moments of a father lifting his daughter on his shoulders to watch fireworks. Elara was always mature, preferring to study and dismissing such activities

Even the driver, Wren,

dining table, sighing. “This

Noella stumbling upon the secretive antics of Queenie, she would’ve remained utterly clueless.

eye, and after tying the knot, Tristan had catered