The Killer Queen by Noella Briony

Chapter 242

Lome could sense Noelin’s wariness in her lines.

He adjusted his smile and flashed her an apologetic expression, “You’ve got me all wrong. Noella I didn’t mean any harm. You’re Elara’s sister, right? I didn’t get the chance to properly introduce myself at the hospital. I’m not the bad guy here. Maybe it wasn’t the smartest move to approach you now, I admit. Sorry if I startled you”

Noella gave him a fleeting look, her expression cool and detached, “What does it matter to me whether you’re a bad guy? You’re in my way Please move

Lome rolled his wheelchair aside, watching as Noella disappeared down the tree–lined path without a backward glance, His smile faded as he said to himself, “She’s quite the tough cookie. But then again, she’d have to be one to run the Obelisk Organization.”

An limping big guy emerged from the shadows behind Lome with a smirk played across his lips, “You think a little chitchat is going to impress the Wise Fool? That devil is way tougher than you can imagine.”

“She’s only siding with Palmer for the prestige of the Pollack family. Us Richardsons are no slouches either,” Lorne said with a chuckle.

Thorpe paused. He, as a towering and burly man, expressed his incomprehension at Lome’s self–confidence at the moment.

“Should I remind you that neither the Schnabel family nor the Obelisk Organization are short on cash? Maybe Wise Fool, that rich girl, is just taken with Vocalist’s pretty face”

Lome snorted. “Pretty face? If she’s that shallow, then this will be a cakewalk. I’m as good–looking as Palmer, if not better”

Thorpe’s smirk twitched into a grimace as he regarded Lomne. Such confidence these Harmonia Country folks had

“I’ve got all the paperwork sorted. Proximity breeds fondness, and Ms. Schnabel will soon see Im a far better catch than her fiancé.” Lome claimed

A marriage contract among the elite meant little. Once Noella got to know him, she’d see his worth.

Thorpe just shrugged helplessly. “Well, it’s your life. Just don’t mess with my mission.”

Noella had just stepped into the grand hall when Mizar popped out from the side, “Boss, you ran into Lome out there? What’s his angle?” Noella’s communicator had still been on during her encounter with Lorne, and Mizar had overheard the exchange.

“What he wants doesn’t matter. Where’s Master Rainer?”

Mizar gestured towards the stage, “He’s been invited to play a piece at the opening ceremony next week. We’re here to help him out.”

“Who invited him?”

was at a state banquet. Whoever had persuaded

the legendary former leader of the Polaris Star, Gamick!? But when the master met him, he didn’t let me in on it. All hush–hush. Afterwards, he just said he’d honor them with a performance. Anyone who can get the teacher to play is certainly no ordinary person,” Mizar admitted with a trace of regret. All her prepared eavesdropping devices

nodded slightly. The last photo of Garrick with Hanter had also been left by Master

country was likely

man standing beside Master Rainer. The long–haked man in a suit was grizzled, his clothes embroidered with dragons. Despite the evident wear of years, his features remained sharp, matching the man in the photo provided by Master

eyes with

scowled. “What are you staring for? it’s not like you’ve never seen

had been in the dark about Harriet all these years. When

appreciation as he looked at Noella, as

my wing. Polaris Stor failed to hamess her talents. If I had been mentoring her, she would have surpassed her current self.”

twisted experiments never worked!”

Haven’t all the stars of Polaris Star shone

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are the result of my experiments!”

twinkled brightly in various domains, pioneering worlds remained forever shadowed

new

b

benchmarks. Yet, their inner

for Polaris Star was to hamess genius and ignite

succeeded, as

your experiments were folly. I’ve no time to waste on your drivel Don’t

after the girl. After all, she’s Harriet’s granddaughter. Seeing her, I’m reminded of Harriet’s younger days. Since she chose to come

“Fate is what’s meant to

and

while, he tumed to Noella, and his brow