The Killer Queen by Noella Briony

Chapter 241

Malvina clutched Ulrich’s hand as they sprinted through the sprawling estate of Larson. Ulrich, with a backward glance to ensure they weren’t being followed, never forgot to express his concern for her, “Did you find what you were looking for?”

“Yeah, just some trinkets. Not worth getting you into this mess with me!”

“Zip it and run.”

They zigzagged their way towards the curb, finally got rid of the tail of bodyguards, and hopped into a waiting taxi.

Without questioning the convenient placement of the cab, Ulrich buckled up and instructed, “To Serene Haven, please!”

The driver, Alioth, sporting sunglasses and a casual demeanor, flicked away a piece of chewing straw and started the meter with a nod, “Hang tight and here we go.”

As the taxi sped off, a parade of cars sparked a chase, their tires screeching against the pavement.

Only when they entered the safety of the second ring road under the vigilant eyes of the security cameras did Ulrich finally relax, though his brow soon furrowed with suspicion.

“Hey, are you a proper taxi driver?” he asked.

The slick maneuvers they’d just witnessed weren’t something Ulrich was confident he could match.

Alioth adjusted his cap and pulled down his mask slightly, pointing to his ID badge on the dashboard.

“I used to race cars professionally, old habits die hard. Sorry for the show!

Ulrich scanned the QR code on the badge with his phone, only easing up when he saw that the driver’s profile did indeed list a retired professional racer from a well–known team.

“No offense, you’re a great driver, I’ll be sure to leave a good review”

“Thanks, I appreciate that.”

The Pollack family was cautious, but so was the Polaris Star. The real taxi driver was currently dozing in the trunk, and the credentials Alioth had on display were fabricated by Polaris Star.

Once Ulrich had scanned them, any future attempts to revisit the page would lead to a dead end–secure and untraceable.

With the driver confirmed as no threat, Ulrich called Jasper to discuss their findings at the Pollack estate.

Aliath, with an earpiece keeping him updated, relayed everything back Noella.

Jasper suggested, “Larson is bold, but this isn’t something he can manage with his network and skills. Il dig into his company and trouble him alongside this.”

I’ll talk to our

was currently dining with Noella and he even didn’t

graft the taxi entry, and they pulled up to

watched Ulrich and Malvina walk away, then

reassured, ended

his comms, “Boss, the package is

and Malvina trailing behind him. She let out a piercing

Sienna pointed at Ulrich’s tattered clothes and Malvina’s

have you been

puzzled eyes, “Huh? Nothing

thing was happening. “Go change! You look like a mess. People might think you’ve been up to some weird performance art or something… she muttered

his state and hurried upstairs to

both conflicted and anxious, “Malvina, sweetheart, he… he didn’t mistreat

her head, “No, Dr. Schnabel

when are you moving in with us at the Schnabel estate to

think that’s appropriate”

Noella will be off to college soon, and Elara’s hardly home. I could use a daughter–in–law, um, daughter around.

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and her son had indeed done something

she about to

Imperial University.

up to the university entrance, “Are you sure you don’t

she declined Beckett’s offer, “Master Rainer Invited me: it’s probably nothing major. You go ahead

up later. Give me a call when you’re

“Will do.”

Beckett drove off with his mind preoccupied with the incident at

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by the head of the family, and Beckett had his hands full. Once he’d dropped

walked to her designated meeting spot with Master Rainer she tapped the communicator

“Boss, I’m in the auditorium with Master Rainer. Larson’s

“Business dealings?”

my gut tells me there’s more to it. They seem to call each other too many times compared to the frequency of their cooperation. Neither Larson nor Lome strike me as the type to call a buddy for a midnight chat.” Mizar shrugged and continued. “Besides, their ages didn’t quite add up. They were neither like long–lost brothers, nor did they have the rapport of a father and son duo, nor the quirky chemistry of a couple of love–struck pups. It

Mizar’s blunt and simplistic way of

with reality and cut down on the weird

the campus