The Killer Queen by Noella Briony

Chapter 262

While Darcy was still daydreaming, Beckett had already started the ear and was driving away

Watching the scenery zoom by, Darcy couldn’t help but feel the air inside the car was a bit awkward. After all, she was the one at fault today. A last–minute meeting piled up with work, and she completely forgot about Beckett. She didn’t even notify him, making him wait outside the university for so long.

“Your car choice is quite low-key.”

“Occupational hazard. I don’t need a car to make a statement.”

Beckett’s job sometimes involved liaisons with the finance sector and with Marcel’s status, being too flashy could be sensitive. Being the CEO of Rising Glory Group and the future heir to the Schnabel Group, no one would look down on him no matter what he drove.

“I’m really sorry about today, a sudden department meeting kept you waiting.”

Beckett’s lips curved into a self–deprecating, bitter smile. The time you’ve made me wait isn’t just limited to these two hours.”

“Huh?”

His voice was so low, Darcy thought she had misheard.

By the time she asked again, Beckett had already stepped out of the car, and Darcy hurried after him.

Beckett chose a quaint bistro, seemingly under the Rising Glory Group’s extensive dining portfolio.

After sitting down, Darcy apologized, “I’m really sorry, this one’s on me. For Noella’s exemption request, Garrick said she needs to discuss it with him personally.”

Garrick wasn’t known for making things difficult for students. Yet, he was stubbom about Noella’s exemption process, only relenting after much persuasion from Darcy, demanding Noella to personally apply to him.

Beckett nodded. “Alright, I’ll let Noella know. What would you li

“Anything’s fine!”

like to eat?”

Beckett casually ordered a few dishes, speaking in a flawless and effortless foreign language, choosing dishes that Darcy was familiar with.

liked? It must be out of habit and politeness

for their food, Beckett carefully reviewed the documents Darcy had given him. The

tone instantly soft and

that Garrick wants to see her about the exemption. If she doesn’t want to, it’s fine; we can

realized then that Beckett was utterly indulgent when it came to

wanted.

not solve the problem I think Garrick is doing this

up for me, go to bed

warm glow

talking to his fiancée, right?” Darcy instinctively thought, as she had never heard Beckett speak so tenderly before! So, apart from

“She seems to get

course, Noella is her

Noella was well–known, often noticing things

Darcy was thinking, adding, “She’s my

daughter. But why did Beckett feel the need to explain this to her? Even if the caller was his sister,

did have many daughters. The one who had approached her back then also claimed to be

casually asking. “How have you been?”

happy. Mr. Schnabel seems to be doing well too. Won’t your fiancée mind

blone with me?”

investors every month if every dinner needed an explanation,

dining with her was just another business meeting? If it weren’t

glanced at his watch. “Could you wait a moment? I’ll have my driver take you home. I need to head

office”

quickly declined. “No need, I’ve got a ride coming!”

husband? That’s good then. Thank you for your

his thanks, and by the time she realized, Beckett’s car had

of exhaust

from the crossroad

the dark, its occupant lighting a cigarette. The smoke blurred his features. After confirming that the woman had left the bistro and gotten into a cat Beckett took a drag of his almost finished cigarette.