The Killer Queen by Noella Briony

Chapter 82

Noella only realized when she got out of the car that the music store Merrick had described as “sort of” actually took up a whole quaint little building right smack in the middle of Imperial. City’s busiest commercial street.

The place was a full six stories of musical heaven. Whether it was a zither, piano, or guitar, they had everything on and off the market.

They even had a lineup of instruments signed by the masters themselves. Pianos that international maestros had tickled the ivories on were just gathering dust in the corners here.

Noella stood at the entrance of the music store and was lost for words.

The gallery next door, the one the old man had lumped on her along with the music store, was already on Yasbel’s radar.

Polaris Star had wanted to snap it up and run it themselves, but Yasbel was playing hardball.

Beckett pointed to the jade sculptures at the entrance and said, “That’s a masterpiece by the carving legend, Master Sylvie. I had to fork out a pretty penny to snag it at the auction.”

Noella’s gaze fell on the all–too–familiar sculpture, and she went even quieter.

Those statues by the doors of the music store and gallery were her handiwork; carved during a data bottleneck at Polaris Star when she needed to cool off and rethink things. And even such pieces had fetched a cool 30 million at auction.

Beckett ushered Noella into the music store, and the bustling clerks all paused from their tasks. Beckett took Noella’s hand and introduced her, “From now on, this music store is Noella’s. She’s your boss. Got it?”

The clerks exchanged glances, sensing something unusual in the air.

The young lady took over such a fancy joint right after coming back, so Merrick must think the world of her.

“Yes, Mr. Schnabel.” They replied.

Beckett waved over, and two suit–clad gents scurried over with fawning grins plastered on their faces, “Noella, meet Terrell, the manager of the music shop. And this is Travis, manager of the gallery next door. If you need anything, these are the guys to talk to.”

Noella nodded, going through the motions of meeting the team with Beckett.

After Beckett chatted with the managers about the latest quarter’s financial of music store and gallery, he turned to find Noella standing in front of a zither.

The zither was Master Rainer’s handiwork, priceless, and only on display in Merrick’s music store because the old man had begged and borrowed it, only to have to return it next month.

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adjusted lights of the store. Her dress was shimmering as if sprinkled with stardust. She stood there, and her elegant poise was

out his phone to capture the beauty before his eyes.

shot that fairy–like pic into

She’s like a little

sis fancy that zither, Beckett? Could we convince Master Rainer to sell

[I’ll touch base with Master Rainer right away, see how

store for her. If you

charged like a standoff at high noon.

Schnabel men were all fired up with a

about

music store, had pretty much run the show since Merrick rarely intervened and Beckett

Noella was nothing

these young misses think they know music? She probably doesn’t even know the first

crafted by Rainer. It’s one of

Terrell in his sharp suit a

you is the crown jewel. If you damage it, we’d be in hot water with Master Rainer.”

friendly look, “My sister’s liking is the

lips but couldn’t hide his

doesn’t know what a zither was, yet she still wants

What a joke.

in front of the zither, casually remarking. “If it’s so precious, why

sweating bullets, “Well, it’s Master Rainer’s creation, and

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that’s fine. But why

knew Master Rainer. The old guy wouldn’t bother if it wasn’t perfect. He used the best.

spoke, Noella effortlessly opened a toolbox on the floor and began meticulously restoring the zither. She was carefully

“Terrell, I believe you owe

Master Rainer’s zithers are said to be unplayable by anyone. We never play it, so

the melodious sound of a zither