The Killer Queen by Noella Briony

Chapter 233 The Schnabel family had a fall share of honnies and housekeepers, with a rotating crew just to manage the kitchen. Beckett, who was rarely home, couldn't quite place the nat first; 1 remember now, she was initially brought in by Ashlyn because her cooking suits her taste And she’s been with us ever since.” Since Ashlyn and Marcel had divorced, and she wasn’t their biological grandmother, it wasn’t quite right to keep calling Ashlyn ‘Grandma’ Noelia nodded, getting the gist of who Queenie was Beckett thought for a moment. “I believe she hails from the shometown as Ashlyn; they were even neighbors back in the day. She’s been with our family for years, taking care of Mom after she gave birth to us.

What about her?” Noella didn’t keep Beckett in the dark 1 think there's something off about her, so | checked her phone records. She's constantly in touch with Yvonne, and she’s been filming videos of our house and sending them out. She’s even got a bunch of followers on social media” Queenie had taken the unconventional route of sharing snippets of her life working for the Schnabels on social media and had amassed quite a following! “Filming is not allowed in the Schnabel family. Also, I've noticed slarge transactions in her bank account. | looked through her online marketplace profile, and she’s been selling our stuff,” Beckett was floored.

Queenie had not only filmed and exposed the privacy of their family but was also secretly selling their items on second-hand platforms? Noella handed her phone to Beckett. There are so many things in our homes that it’s easy to lose track. Mom's forgotten about a lot of them, and that’s how Queenie’s been able to sell them.” Items from the Schnabels were pricey, often unique and unavailable for purchase elsewhere, which Queenie sold at half-price, quickly finding buyers. Whether it was Sienna’s designer bags, clothes, shoes, or even the family’s bonsai trees, garden stones, and kitchenware, everything was listed online.

Beckett was shocked. That's from my study! The vintage leather briefcase Grandpa Merrick gave now Queenie has sold it!” | never a got around to using it, and The leather briefcase, a gift from Merrick Horwich, was worth a small fortune, and Queenie had snapped it up for a mere thousand. A thousand wouldn’t even cover the cost of the briefcase’s replacement strap! Noella opened Queenie’s social media account. Almost daily. Queenie posted sneak peeks of the Schnabel family from her perspective. showcasing her mundane work life. This approach had earned Queenie a significant online following, with Sienna and Tristan’s faces even appearing in sof her clips.

Grinding his teeth, Beckett said, ‘Filming is not allowed in our house, and it’s stipulated in the contracts. With these videos, we can demand compensation! Noella, don’t worry, | will handle this. Con, let's go down to eat.” Noella followed Beckett into the living room, where Sienna was discussing the menu with Queenie.

“Queenie, serve these dishes by Noella, and place these platters near Beckett-they’re his favorites.” “Sure thing, ma'am.” “I got a set of porcelain dinnerware last time. Bring it out tomorrow; it'll match my outfit.” Hearing about the porcelain dinnerware, Noella raised an eyebrow.

Queenie’s hand visibly trembled That very set of porcelain had been sold by Queenie just yesterday for twenty-five hundred, and soon it would beca prized possession in someone else’s display cabinet.

Queenie, unfazed, nodded in agreement to Sienna’s request Clearly, Queenie was a seasoned hand.

Noella, keeping her composure, said, “Mom, Td love to see that porcelain dinnerware too. Why don’t we use it today? Your outfit today would go perfectly with it” Sienna, clad in a traditional dress, exuded classical elegance. Her every gesture was filled with grace, indeed fitting for fine porcelain At her daughter's request, Sienna beamed and agreed. “Of course, anything you say, dear Queenie, didn’t you hear Noella? Hurry and change them.” 1/2 Chapter 233 Queenie was practically grinding her teeth in frustration What was Ms. Noella playing at? Who changes dinnerware right before the meal? It would ruin the food's tastel Besides, she had already shipped the real dinnerware off. The knockoff she'd ordered online hadn't arrived yet she had nothing to show! “Maam, the food's already on the table. Changing now might make the gentlemen wait for their meal.” Using the gentlemen as a shield, surely they wouldn't insist on bringing out the dinnerware now? Marcel waved dismissively, glancing over his newspaper. “If Noella wants new dinnerware, then change it. It's not often she asks for something, and we should indulge her!” Sexton agreed wholeheartedly. His granddaughter-in-law was such a gem-smart, beautiful, and considerate. Too considerate, in fact, a clear sign of Harriet’s fine upbringing. They were more than willing to fulfill any request Noella had. After all, it was just a matter of changing dinnerware. She wasn’t asking for the moon, so why not please her? Queenie felt like she was about to fain!! Only she knew that the cupboard was empty-that set of dinnerware didn’t exist. And now, with Sienna requesting it, where on earth would she get it from? “Ma’am, I've sent the dinnerware out for a polish. It won't be back until tomorrow.” Noella glanced up at Queenie, a puzzled frown knitting her brows. “But | thought our dinnerware was already sparkling when it arrived. Why send it out again?” “Oh, you see, Ms. Noella, the Schnabels aren't just any family. When it comes to dining, we have certain standards to uphold. Since you've taken an interest in that particular set, Ill make sure it’s delivered to us posthaste tomorrow.” The comer of Noella’s mouth twitched into a sardonic smile. Is that so? I'm just worried that you, dear Queenie, won't be able to lay your hands on that set at all, considering it might already be halfway to Linefort City with the way shipping and logistics are these days.” Queenie’s eyes widened in shock, her gaze fixed on Noella.

How on earth did Noella know she had sold the dinnerware to a buyer in that city? Sienna, looking confused, chimed in, “Noella, what are you talking about? What's happened to the dinnerware?” Noella shot a glance at Queenie. “That set has been sold by our very own Queenie.

Panic flickered in Queenie’s eyes as she began to bluster. “Ms. Noella, you can’t just slanderlike that! Without proof, how can you accuseof such a thing? I've been a part of the Schnabel family even longer than you!” Proof, as it happened, was something Noella had in spades. She handed her phone to Sienna, displaying a page filled with Queenie’s recent successful sales of second hand treasures.

Sienna’s eyes immediately recognized several items.

“My pearl necklace that I've been searching for high and low! You just up and sold it? We have been nothing but good to you! How could we have nurtured such an ingrate!”