The Killer Queen by Noella Briony

Chapter 79

The moment Merrick laid eyes on Noella, he knew exactly how he’d pen his new masterpiece!

The old man felt like his long–dormant writer’s heart had been reeled back in, and his creative block was smashed to smithereens!

Sienna was pretty flabbergasted too. “Dad, how many years has it been since you’ve written a book? I remember that you said you were gonna take a breather after snagging the Honor Literature Prize.”

The old man was all fired up, not showing a hint of feeling under the weather.

“After seeing Noella, I reckon I could whip up another ten books! Noella, kiddo, I’ve got a sort of music store and I’m handing it over to you. Pop in when you’ve got a sec and pick out a zither you fancy. We’ll start creating magic next week!”

Sienna jumped in to intercept.

“Dad, that music store’s got a ton on its plate. Noella will get worn out. If you’re fond of her, just snag her a zither and call it a day.”

Merrick’s store wasn’t just any old shop; it doubled as an art exhibition center where many maestros showcased their zithers, a real hub for the zither bigwigs.

“A girl’s gotta have her own gig. Noella, the store is yours now. Whatever dough it makes each year, it’s all yours. Oh, and throw in the gallery next door too. If it gets too much, have Beckett pitch in. He’ll handle the hustle and you pocket the cash. The old man didn’t see anything off–kilter with his plan..

He was doling out businesses to Noella left and right, with the vibe that he wouldn’t mind tossing a few more her way.

When Beckett heard this, he thought Merrick’s plan held water.

“Alright, I’ll keep things ticking over for Noella, and the profits are hers. If it tanks, I’ll take the

hit.”

The old man cracked a satisfied grin, “That’s my boy.”

Beckett already had his hands full, so squeezing in a family dinner was a feat. He was already buried in financial reports during his car rides, and piling more companies on his plate would probably run him ragged.

So Noella quickly chimed in, “I’ll manage it myself. It’s Grandpa’s hard work, and I’ll be sure to learn the ropes from Beckett.”

Merrick nodded, “Sure, they’re just small ventures. Have a little fun with them. And hey, if they go belly up, no biggie. Count it on me.”

Merrick sounded like he was practically grooming Noella to be some kind of spoiled heiress.

knew that her grandpa felt like he owed her something. and that was exactly a thought from someone who loved her. Both the Schnabel and

dull her elegance one bit.

university yet? If not, how about shadowing

acceptance letter from her bag and handed it over to

to Imperial University to study

was closest to the Schnabels, and partly because she had promised Old

starry courtyard, Old Mrs. Lambert had taught her

shine bright as a

make the prettiest

Mrs. Lambert was over the moon, showering Noella with kisses as

Freya

Noella’s such a star! A scholarship offer, no

and planting several kisses

She was beautiful, sweet–tempered, and excelling academically even in the dump of

you tell us?”

was a bit

pretty much waltzed into university without a hitch in the Schnabels – not to mention Elara being some kind of

few days ago.” She

himself with emotion, practically bawling. “The Schnabels have a few jewelry businesses – they’re all yours now! I will keep them warm for you until you graduate, then you can dive straight into work!”

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all for it.

girl needs her own career. Noella, it’s not that your dad and I don’t want to take care of you. Look at me – I got pushed around because

memories, Tristan was a bundle

let’s just jet off somewhere after Noella starts school. Let the eldest deal with the household mess!”

After we drop off Noella, we’ll take a trip. Didn’t we buy an island last time? We should get one for Noella

to watch these two. So, they’d have their fun and

was at his wit’s end dealing

Beckett, who was lost

eyes lit

around since childhood. She was also harsh to them, and they couldn’t even

kids at the dinner table, Yvonne was the only one having meat in her bowl, while Beckett and