The Killer Queen by Noella Briony

Chapter 41

Serene Haven was buzzing with energy early in the morning. Both the Schnabel family at Phoenix Tower and the Pollack family at Dragon Tower were swamped with visitors.

After all, their buildings just

happened to be next to each other!

The guests all prepared two gifts just in case someone from either family took a shine to them.

People almost wore out the Schnabels‘ doorstep with all the gift–giving traffic!

Yvonne’s rich girlfriends, who were tight with her, were green with envy seeing such a turnout!

“Yvonne, your family is really going all out for you, throwing such a bash for your birthday. I heard they even transferred the deed of this house to you!”

“Oh my gosh, Yvonne, you’re living the dream! I heard it’s being streamed worldwide; talk about parental love!”

Yvonne’s smile was a bit on the stiff side. “It’s not my birthday.”

The gals thought she was just being shy.

“We know your birthday’s next week. You’re the only daughter of the Schnabels. If it’s not for your birthday, then what’s all the fuss about? Your dad, mom, and brothers probably want to celebrate just with you next week, so they’re doing it big now!”

“That carpet you’re walking on costs a cool three mil! That’s so Schnabel family it hurts. We’re so jealous!”

Yvonne was super awkward. She was totally at a loss for words! If only she knew how much she wished all of this was for her!

“Don’t be like that… My parents don’t like making such a big deal.”

Her friends gave her a playful nudge with their shoulders, and one of them said with a raised eyebrow and a smirk, “You’re one lucky girl. To be with you, your fiancé even bought the building next door. Those two towers are a match made in heaven; it’s envy–inducing.”

“Palmer’s got romantic moves like that?”

“Ah, I’d kill for a fiancé that’s as romantic and thoughtful as yours!”

Palmer bought the building next door? Yvonne thought it must be for her!

He had no idea the Schnabels had any other daughters, so that purchase had to be for her!

Yvonne’s heart was buzzing with sweetness.

“It’s nothing: I’ll invite you all over sometime.”

Her friends let out sounds of envy.

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for the better part of the day and hadn’t seen the hide or hair of the four bosses from several companies for lunch.

dozen calls, then came

Company, West Ocean Media, North Peak Finance, and South Mountain Financial all went to give gifts to Ms. Schnabel

up. “To get all those big shots to gift–give, the Schnabels really are something. Get a present ready: we’re heading to Imperial City to give Ms. Schnabel

eye, who would worry about future

about the Lambert family becoming the top dogs of Tranquility. City tomorrow if only the Schnabels would take

gift

bite of his food but

sum in commission. It was. no wonder he could tell some

cutlery and wiped his mouth. “The Schnabels are used to the good stuff; Ms. Schnabel probably won’t be impressed

grab something from my wife’s jewelry box, and let’s hit the road to Imperial

I’ll grab something

a gift. Vincent would just snatch something from Belinda’s vanity. If she

being thrifty and free.

later, Vincent’s ride pulled up in front

stepped out and was instantly petrified by the

birthday bash is

typically only see on the business news were all lined up at the Schnabels‘

our company, the

bit worn out, peeked inside at a pearl necklace and

2/4

12:13

Lambert family from Tranquility City,

loading the

sounded like the family

sure enough, there was

boiling. What a dem Noella was, hanging out with her grandpa Marcel almost

with an icy stare, said, “We’re not

Vincent was frantic!

you’re not accepting it? I’m here to wish Ms. Schnabel

turned to a servant behind him. “Go get the young

the banquet hall, their vibes went through the roof, and they threw on their

catches, tall and decked out in black tailcoats like princes and Knights straight out of a fairy tale except they all had their game faces on, chilling the air so much that folks

at the sight of

could snag one of them as a son–in–law, the Lambert

“The Schnabel family doesn’t roll

sweating

get nasty… I mean, it’s the young. miss’s birthday, wouldn’t hurt to rack

you a beatdown and tossing you out half–crippled,