The Killer Queen by Noella Briony

Chapter 66

Marcel’s gaze turned noticeably colder as he squinted and took a good look at the two families standing before him, quickly realizing they were the adoptive parents of his precious. granddaughter from before.

Had the nerve to show up in front of his precious granddaughter, huh?

Noella said coolly, “If I remember correctly, you guys publicly disowned me. We’re strangers now. Please step aside.”

Vincent was a bit embarrassed but couldn’t bear to let Noella go.

Milford gazed at Noella with deep affection. “Noella, come back to me. I want to rekindle our past romance. I know you love me, and I’ve never forgotten you for a day. You’re the most. beautiful woman in my heart. I know you’re just testing my feelings for you!”

Noella was speechless, thinking, “Are you sure you’re not sick?”

Briony’s face twisted in ugliness, biting her lower lip hard, watching Noella with a mix of humiliation and resentment.

This damn woman, she must’ve been in contact with Milford behind the scenes! She was someone else’s mistress now; why couldn’t she just disappear from Milford’s life?

Noella glanced at him and said, “There’s a mental illness called erotomania, which fits your symptoms quite well. You should visit a psychiatrist when you get a chance; mental issues need treatment.”

Milford was taken aback. Erotomania? A mental illness? What in the world was that?

The medical staff standing by couldn’t hold back and snickered behind their hands, thinking the young miss sure knew how to cuss without the dirty words!

Seeing Noella about to wheel Marcel away, Milford grew desperate. “Noella, don’t leave me!”

Noella responded indifferently, “Major Garnett, please take care of them.”

Garnett saluted promptly and said respectfully, “Yes, ma’am!”

The special forces soldiers formed a solid wall in front of the two families, tight and without a single gap.

“Please leave!”

Vincent tried to resist, holding a gift and pleading, “Mister, we’ve got a present ready for Mr. Marcel Schnabel! Please, do us a solid, or maybe pass it to that caretaker from earlier. I’m her dad! Have her give it to the chief!”

Major Garnett was puzzled, wondering, “Who’re you calling a caretaker? Noella? And you say you’re Noella’s father? What outrageous wishful thinking is that? Pure delusion! Just this morning, Mr. Tristan Schnabel and his wife left the ward. We’ve already met Noella’s real

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Chapter 66

parents!”

was supposedly a caretaker, Milford’s

waved his men to shoo away the two families.

embarrassment, and her gaze at the Lambert family was particularly

pearl, picking up trash and treating it like treasure. Now, even

bit awkward at being called out. “Come on, that’s not quite fair to say, right? Briony

saying he likes Noella? Some street rat

bumped past a pale–faced Briony, and

“What’s with the Rosenberg boy? He likes Noella? She’s just a

Belinda. “I told you not to rush, but you insisted on disowning Noella publicly, and now see what happened! The kid completely resents us

what do you suggest we do? She’s already blocked

was utterly heartless

send her some money. Returning to our place is out of the question, but at least she could put in a good word for us in front of Marcel. Mr. Pollack hasn’t shown up today: let’s wait

with Noella’s during a competition. However, someone caught her and threw her into the trash! The Lambert family’s bodyguards took days to find her!

life!

was like poking at her wounds, completely disregarding

be hung up on

just expose some of Noella’s past…

Cayenne smoothly entered the hospital, zooming past the Lambert family, leaving behind

car! Quick, quick, follow

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car, afraid of missing Palmer getting out.

the rear–view mirror. Annie saw

they found a new hobby, running marathons at

are following your car. Should we deal with

knitted slightly.

people bothering Noella again?

Find out why they’re looking for Noella.”

“Definitely up to no good; their family has never

usually elegant face filled with frost.

how could he let them off

them a lesson.”

“You got it!”