The Killer Queen by Noella Briony

Chapter 246 Yvonne felt her world spinning out of control. She had once been a cherished member of the Schnabel family, but ever since that country bumpkin showed up, Tristan had kicked her to the curb without a second thought! How could this be happening to her? Queenie’s social media account had vanished, surely stirring the pot among her many followers Yvonne wasted no tin setting up a new, inconspicuous profile.

Briony, seated on the floor, clicked on a video and muttered, “A celestial beauty descends to Imperial University, and among the freshmen is an apprentice of the zither maestro, Master Rainer?” The person playing in the video looked all too familiar-it was Noellel Why on earth was she at Imperial University? She was nothing but a farmer's daughter, a cuckoo in the nest for years, stealing the life she should have had.

And now she had the gall to attend Imperial University? Brony seethed with jealousy, wishing she could slither away into the shadows.

On impulse, she left a comment on the video: [This is all a lie. She has a messy private life. | grew up with her.

She can’t play any instrument] After posting. Briony’s heart raced with quilt. She quickly opened her chat with Belinda, only to find that Belinda had blocked her! Yvonne was frantically manipulating her new account, claiming to be Queenie’s distant relative and alleging that Queenie’s account had been frozen by the Schnabel family. She threw in a fair share of veiled insults at the Schnabels, not daring to be too direct.

Once the messages were sent, Yvonne tossed her ih * le She refused to sit back and accept defeat! Queenie claimed to be her mother, but she didn’t buy it for a second! Clutching the curtains so tightly the fabric warped in her grip, Yvonne's face contorted with anger, making Briony too scared to even look at her.

“I won't be slaughtered like a lamb. I'll confront the old hag and get sanswers!” She barked at Briony, still on the floor. “Getswater, and stop staring or lll. gouge out your eyes!” After gulping down the water Briony poured, Yvonne commanded, “Spill everything about Noella’s twith the Lambert family!” If she could just dig up sdirt on Noella, a few well-placed comments from Queenie’s account, and sooner or later the Schnabels would see that country bumpkin for who she really was “Ms y Yvonne, Noella’s at Imperial University now, and the inteis buzzing, calling her a goddess.” Briony wanted to know the real status of Noella’s biological family. They seemed far from ordinary, didn’t they? But hadn’t Vincent said Noella’s family were just simple farmers? Upon hearing this, Yvonne was reminded of her own expulsion from MediCore University, while Noella’s life seemed to get better by the day.

In a fit of rage, she slapped Briony across the face. “Ah! Just drop Briony, not one to back down, engaged in a vicious dead!” th Yvonne, their nails drawing blood as they clawed at each other's hair Yvonne was no longer part of the Schnabel family, so by what night did she strike her? The scene quickly spiraled out of control.

In the next room, the Luther couple heard the commotion but didn’t bother to intervene.

The wife rolled her eyes and cursed their bad luck. “My sister Queenie thinks she can pull the strick twice, sending that girl to Larson's feet to beca daughter of the Pollack family. As if that girl could ever be so lucky!” Yvonne had never made a place for herself within the Schnabel or Gruber families. Either kicked out or witnessing bankruptcy, she had nowhere to turn.

Queenie wanted Yvonne to be Larson’s daughter, but that would require Yvonne to actually have the chops! At the Schnabel Manor, the bathroom was steamy as Noella emerged in her pajamas, her hair wet and clinging to her as she absentmindedly dabbed it with a towel.

A shadow flickered across the balcony as a silhouette loomed at the window. Just as a pair of elegant hands pried it open, an alarmed cry rang out! “Who's there?” Malvina sat munching on potato chips, clutching Noella’s plush toy, and locked eyes with Palmer, who had just clambered through the 10:26 Chapter 246 window Feeling Palmer's icy gaze, Malvine suddenly felt a chill run down her spine.

“Heh, Mr. Pollack, did you two have plans? | just pretend I’m not here!” Palmer's gaze swept past Malvina, settling on Noelle as she continued to dry her hair.

The droplets trickling down her hair soaked through the thin fabric of her nightgown, clinging to her delicate back. Further down were her long, pale legs, so exquisite in their form, they were almost mesmerizing.

Noella caught Palmer's burning gaze, as if he could devour her whole.

“Why are you here?” In the darkness, the man’s attractive Adam’s apple bobbed slightly, swallowing his Immediate desires, all his urges subsumed by a calm, self-possessed demeanor.

“Your seem to have forgotten. Im here so you can change my dressing” “You could have called any doctor for that, no need for a special visit.” His wound was merely superficial; any capable medic could've handled it.

Noella couldn't help but scoff inwardly. If he’d put half the effort he used to climb through her window into his recovery, he’d be healed by now! “I don’t trust anyone else.” “Alright, you sit tight; I'm gonna grab the first-aid kit.”

Malvina glanced at Noella, then at Palmer, who obediently settled on the couch. She rolled out of bed with a groan .Just rembered! gotta run an errand for Dr. Schnabel, Ill head out now! If it's needed, | can crash in the hallway tonight, no worries!”

Staying here any longer, and she felt like her forehead would start beaming at least 800 watts worth avoid becoming Palmer's next target, Malvina cheerfully opted for a swift exit! Noella returned with the first-aid kit to find that Malvina had already dashed off, ammed with an arsenal of snacks, to knock on Ulrich’s door Unwrapping the bandage from Palmer's wrist revealed a wound threatening to split open, the cloth soaked through with blood.

“Do you not want your hand anymore?” “Little mishap,” he replied.

Noella frowned slightly but didn’t press further.

Palmer had killed Eamon and dropped a bomb at Larson’s estate, tarnishing his reputation and making him the talk of the town. The fallout from such antics was bound to be a headache.

From what Polaris Star had heard, the Pollack family was already up in arms! Noella arched an eyebrow. “Your family stuff, pretty messy.

Palmer was caught off guard, the thin lips curving t wound She was... showing concern for him! htful smile, his long lashes dipping as he watched the girl tending to his

Noella’s hair was still dripping, her body wafting the scent of her shower gel, fresh and subtle .Her skin was porcelain almost translucent with a faint mist of moisture. Her pajamas clung to her damply, tracing the contours of her delicate figure. For a moment, Palmer was thoroughly distracted, unaware of the intensity that had prept into his gaze.