The Killer Queen

“Don’t come any closer! I’m warning you, you don’t want to mess with my backer!”

Noella let out a derisive laugh, casually asking, “Oh? The people behind you? Who are they, the Devil himself?”

Harry had been stashed away in a villa by Vincent, having never met Noella, nor did he know about her temperament or character. From what Vincent had described, Noella was just an ordinary girl- seemingly frail and delicate. However, when it came to throwing punches, she showed no mercy!

Noella’s foot pressed down on Harry’s face. “It’s been years since I’ve heard someone spout such

nonsense.”

After Noella became the leader of Polaris Star, such talk was laughable!

Harry struggled. “I can call him!”

Noella lifted her foot. “Go ahead, you have one minute. Make your call or meet your maker, your choice.”

Her gaze drifted towards the staircase, and Harry, bandaged as he was, thought about the pain of tumbling down those stairs again and decided against it.

“I’ll call now! You’ll be kneeling and apologizing in no time!”

He pulled out his phone, trembling as he dialed a number, sweat dripping down his cheeks, stinging his

wounds.

The voice on the other side was quick to respond.

“Didn’t I tell you not to call me unless it’s an emergency?”

Desperate, Harry glanced at Noella, thinking this would surely intimidate‘ her.

“Mr. Richardson! It’s not that I wanted to bother you, but I’m about to be beaten to death here. Please, Mr.

Richardson, save me.”

Hearing the familiar voice, Noella realized Harry’s so–called backup was none other than Lorne

Richardson.

“Who’s beating you? If you can’t even handle this, don’t bother me even if you are beaten to death.”

“It’s Ms. Schnabel. I asked her for money, and without a word, she attacked me!”

Lorne was silent for a moment.

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Harry, feeling justified, replied, “The Schnabel family is rich. What’s the harm in giving me a little? Besides, my father was her foster father. I just asked her for a few million. She could’ve just said no. Why beat me?” Noella couldn’t help but snort with laughter.

Hearing that laughter, Lorne knew Noella must be standing right next to Harry and immediately made his stance clear.

“That’s on you for being shameless. If Ms. Schnabel feels it’s not enough, I’ll send someone else to give you a beating!”

10:18

“Mr. Richardson, what do you mean by that? Hello? Hello…”

The phone buzzed with the sound of a disconnected call, and Harry realized he’d been blocked by Lorne!

Noella smiled. “Now that you’ve made your call, it’s my turn.”

“Can the Schnabel family act so lawlessly? I’m calling the police!”

Noella’s eyes caught the SWAT team entering the staircase, obviously sent by Calvin who was worried

about her.

“Good, the police are here.”

Just as Harry was about to exaggerate Noella’s actions, the leading officer saluted her. “Ms. Schnabel, we’re here on Colonel Garnett’s orders to ensure your safety!”

Hearing this, Noella realized that after completing his mission at Imperial West Hospital, Garnett had been promoted.

“Thank you, take care of him then.”

Watching the SWAT team align themselves with Noella, Harry nearly bit his tongue in shock.

Vincent never warned him how formidable Noella could be!

Stepping out of the staircase, Noella left all the noise behind.

She turned to Mizar. “I don’t want to see him again. Remember all the shady stuff Vincent and his son got up to? Find them the most remote prison to grow old in, and let’s not have them hopping around anymore.” These people were nothing but trouble.

“From now on, if anyone from the Lambert family bothers me, pack them off the same way.”

Mizar, covering her mouth to stifle a laugh, chimed in, “Sure thing! It’s about time! Boss, ever since you returned to the Schnabel family, you’ve changed.”

Noella smiled softly, shaking her head. “No, I haven’t changed. It’s just that before, no one stood by me. Now, I know it’s okay to be a little headstrong.”

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Before, with no one on her side, Noella had to consider her grandmother’s feelings and repeatedly give in to the Lamberts and the Fullers! Now, she had family – her family, who loved her unconditionally!

Tristan and Beckett would call or text her daily, reminding her to eat and sleep. Ulrich, no matter how busy. would always say goodnight to Noella and remind her to take her medicine. Stirling had set her photo as every screen saver, even choosing to film in Glen Village, where she had lived for years. Jasper shared every fun courtroom story with Noella, replying to every message she sent. Her room, every inch of it, was filled with items personally chosen by Elara and Sienna.

Her heart, too, was filled with love from her family!

Mizar sighed. “Love always feels like a debt, a pity Vincent only saw it as a loss.”

Then, Noella received an overseas call. As soon as she answered, Tristan’s cries and wails could be heard on the other end.

“Sweetheart! Did that darn Vincent come looking for you again? I should’ve knocked him out cold last time! This is driving me insane! I’m so sorry, sweetheart. It’s all because I wasn’t home. Your mom and I are already at the airport, we’ll be home to see you in no time!”

10.10

Listening to the background noise on Tristan’s end, Noella paused before speaking. “Dad, I’ve never heard of any airport announcement that sounds like a DJ.”

“Ah, well, heard from your granddad that the Lambert family got shipped off to Lockhart Prison, so I canceled our tickets! Your mom said you’ve been having a rough time, so I’ve got you a gemstone as big as a boxing glove to kick around like a soccer ball when I get back!”

“Everything’s fine at home. You and Mom should just enjoy yourselves. I don’t need anything to kick around.”

Tristan then started wailing for a bit, as if he needed to speak loudly just to hear his own voice.

Tristan had his own way of thinking.

“Sweetheart, you do whatever you want. I’ve got your back. And if I can’t handle it, there’s always your grandpa. And if he can’t, just pin it on one of your brothers. It’s no big deal!”

He had plenty of sons, after all!

“It won’t come to that. But, if I end up punching Lorne, that shouldn’t be a problem, right?”

“Who? Lorne? Go ahead, punch… actually, never mind, forget it. But if you really want to, you should marry Mr. Pollack sooner. He’s got plenty of brothers to take the fall. Come to think of it, sweetheart, you could probably blow up Imperial City and we’d still find a way to cover for you!”