The Killer Queen by Noella Briony

Chapter 30

Once Noella sees him, she would surely soften up! After all, he’s the dad who’s raised her for over a decade!

However, Vincent started to waver. “That chick’s definitely scrubbing floors at Rising Glory Mall, but who knows what time she clocks in every day? If she’s a no–show, am I supposed to just hang around? That’s just a blow to my dignity.”

How can he, a big shot businessman in Tranquility City, stoop to loitering around a mall entrance for a cleaner? How’s he gonna face anyone after that?

“Mr. Lambert, why don’t you just chill at a café near Rising Glory Mall and wait it out? Bet you’ll spot Noella in no time.”

Vincent thought it over and, gritting his teeth, agreed to the plan.

“This is all Noella’s fault. Just wait till Belinda and Briony are out of the police station; I’ll show

her!”

“Of course, Noella’s family is nothing but a bunch of unreasonable bumpkins. In the end, they’ll have to listen to you.”

The Schnabel Mansion’s vast living room was filled with jewelry boxes. Among them, diamond and gemstone necklaces shimmered inside their velvet cases, with a pink diamond necklace worth a whopping billion right in the center. Each diamond boasted three carats, with the centerpiece rivaling the size of a pigeon’s egg, sparkling like crazy!

Yvonne was practically blinded by the sea of diamond necklaces as soon as she walked in!

Did Sienna buy all these?

Sienna always had a thing for jewels, stocking up every year. As a lady of the Schnabel family’s status, jewels were an essential part of Sienna’s getup.

meant Yvonne

Elara, on the other hand, couldn’t care less about these trinkets; it was always Yvonne who accompanied Sienna on her jewelry hauls. Sienna’s shopping sprees inevitabl would manage to snag a little something for herself.

Now, drool practically dripped down Yvonne’s chin at the sight of all those diamond necklaces! She had already picked out which one she’d drape around her neck!

“Mom, what in the world are you doing?”

Sienna waved her over. “Noella’s birthday bash is just around the corner, and I need to pick out a necklace to wear. Come help me decide which one’s a fit!”

Yvonne, feigning difficulty, picked up a rather old–fashioned jade necklace.

“This one’s the perfect match for you, Mom. That pink diamond’s nice, sure, but a tad too

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eye on that necklace

the pink diamond, a beauty like her would dazzle with any jewel exuding

that Stenna would remove the pink diamond necklace as an option if she mentioned it to her first. And just like that, the pink diamond necklace would be hers!

the jade necklace Yvonne mentioned and tried

wear this one then, Give the pink diamond one to

smile froze solid!

is

“All of these are for her. I managed to snag a jade necklace

shocked, thinking this must be a jokel

least a hundred necklaces there- diamonds, rubles, and even some rare pearls. Together, they could buy a villa

for that country

afternoon of accessory shopping with Sienna, Yvonne might score a necklace with a measly two–carat diamond. And now, the bumpkin waltzes

these goodies?

much. Noella’s room won’t even hold all this…”

just buy more rooms if we must. For these things, space is hardly an issue. I just hope Noella likes them, and if

a

did the country bumpkin get it all! She’s a Schnabel daughter too!

that should’ve been hers, her face almost twisted in agony at

way, this should all be hers!

up softly, “Ms. Yvonne, these treasures should be yours. Ms. Noella has just

turned to the nanny in

I watched you grow up, Ms. Yvonne. I know your character best. You’re the true Schnabel

Dad are totally duped by Noella now.”

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Ms. Noella used to have a fiancé. Maybe you should dig into it. For all we know, she might not be a virgin, and certainly not worthy

sparkled in Yvonne’s eyes!

knew the bumpkin had an ex–fiancé! She’d make sure that girl was too humiliated to stay with the

entrance, shifting his weight from foot to foot. He’d

until the café closed, yet he still hadn’t caught

up post–lunch, post–nap, and wait until the café kicked him

beyond irritated, his feet

Cayenne pulled up at the curb, its flashy

light blue hat. She was a knockout, with skin as smooth as porcelain, and every move she made oozed the grace and composure of a high–society

recognized her

to spring your mom and sister from the slammer, and here you are, out shopping like you haven’t got a care