The Killer Queen by Noella Briony

Chapter 56

Briony was green with envy!

“Theard the boss of Triple Entertain Media is an old geezer, over fifty, and just so happens to have the last name Schnabel, Now Noella’s going by Noella Schnabel–don’t tell me she’s snagged herself a sugar daddy or something.”

Stuff like that isn’t exactly unheard of in showbiz.

Milford was itching just looking at that poster. If Noella really was planning to make her debut. it could be a sweet deal. As long as he had some dirt on her past, he could make sure she’d be eating out of his hand!

Briony was a hot mess, planning to grill Noella about the whole deal as soon as she got home.

If Noella really did enter the limelight, she wouldn’t last two minutes!

Meanwhile the director escorted Noella and Beckett to the university president’s office. respectfully handing over some documents.

“Mr. Schnabel here’s Ms. Yvonne’s school record. She barely got into school because Ashlyn donated a building, plus she had the Imperial City residency… her academic foundations are pretty shaky.”

Beckett, without breaking a sweat, pulled out a fine cup, poured Noella some water, checked the temperature with his hand, and handed it to her before asking in a cool tone, “I won’t bother reading the documents. Just give me the gist. Yvonne’s been a poor student from the get–go. but do you think that justifies her being bullied by her classmates?”

The director’s head shook like a bobblehead.

“Are you joking, Mr. Schnabel? Who in their right mind would dare pick on Marcel’s granddaughter?”

She’d be lucky not to bully someone herself…

Beckett knew Marcel’s character; the Schnabel family kids went to school without him flaunting his clout to get them perks, let alone using his status to push people around.

Frowning, he asked, “Has my grandfather come to visit Yvonne at school?”

“Nope, the old Mr. Schnabel is busy; no time for that. It was Yvonne herself who announced she was his granddaughter at the inauguration ceremony.”

Marcel might be low–key, but that didn’t stop others from making a big deal of it!

Beckett was speechless.

“Since enrolling. Yvonne rarely attends classes, claiming to be caring for the old Mr. Schnabel

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hospital and sharing pictures of her and the old Mr. Schnabel on social media. This exam had a hired

were laid out before him, one with a score of just 58 out of 100.

“Has she always

be fair, our school’s exams are tough, and considering Yvonne never attended a single class, scoring 58 isn’t too shabby…”

director was

half–baked compliments he had conjured up, and even

Beckett’s care for Noella by his side, he probably wouldn’t be any less protective of

the exam paper and casually asked,

and instructed the director

some digging, the director could only find a graduate–level

tough. Even Professor Calvin

“Thanks.”

worried Noella might doodle something silly on it,

with more flattery.

with composure, she was leagues ahead of Yvonne, who always strutted into the office like she

#

you know who my grandpa is?” gave the director a

social life

‘cause Yvonne can’t stand the other students. She calls them all ‘country bumpkins‘ and ‘poor as church mice.‘ And since she hardly ever attends classés,

Beckett could guess the kind of drama she’d stir up at school.

her pen and handed the test back to the director.

Don’t worry if you didn’t get the professional

own saliva, was stunned by the answers and calculations Noella had jotted down.

even have the answers himself; they needed to be looked up on the medical intranet.

please bear with me for

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later, the director was a bundle of nerves, looking at frontlike one w kind

80, and Noella had

one point because her paper was all

had just aced the

We’d like to offer you fast–track invitation to a combined bachelor’s, master’s, and

thanks.” She was just killing time and curTIUS TO SEE

only scored she went ahead and scribbled down the calculation processes for the key questions Consider it payback

lit up, looking at Noella with extra

are, I’ll set up a lats for you night

granny who raised me wasn’t well, so I picked up