The Killer Queen by Noella Briony

Chapter 85

In the expansive gallery, it was so quiet you could hear a pin drop, with only Noella’s voice audible as she inspected the artworks, ordering some to be repositioned or even taken down.

Noella was standing before a painting. In the picture, a fairy–like girl descended before snow–capped hills, with her dress fluttering in the breeze beneath the towering canvas.

Travis sidled up to introduce it, “Miss, this piece is Miss Yvonne’s submission for the exhibition. It’s an original by Miss Yvonne herself, and even Mr. Schnabel is aware of it. He’s even said she’s got quite the knack for painting.”

Yvonne’s work?

“Travis, have you ever laid eyes on Master Killian’s ‘The Mountain Portray’?” she asked.

“I haven’t had the privilege to feast my eyes on every one of Master Killian’s pieces,” he replied. Killian’s no ordinary Joe–he’s a master of oil painting, a national treasure! His artworks are so coveted they’re gifted straightaway to visiting dignitaries of Harmonia Country.

How could a gallery manager like him get a peep whenever he wished?

“The Mountain Portray is actually hanging in my study right now.”

Noella whipped out her phone and showed Travis the masterpiece gracing her study.

The Schnabels had set up a study for each kid, and since they didn’t have a clue about Noella’s tastes, Sienna had asked for her input when decorating, tailoring it to her preferences.

“The Mountain Portray” was the first painting Master Killian had gifted Noella. The picture was inspired by her elegant gesture and it was one of a kind.

Even when Killian had exhibitions, he’d flaunted that painting too.

The painting here? It was completely a knockoff of “The Mountain Portray“!

Travis broke into a cold sweat as he compared the image on Noella’s phone to the painting hanging before them, “Miss, I mean, this is Miss Yvonne’s work after all. We can’t just… take it down on a whim..

Noella coolly stated, “My gallery is open to creation and imitation. Master Killian always welcomes those who wish to learn his techniques, but claiming a forgery as an original? That’s a no–go. This painting needs to go.”

“Understood, I’m on it.”

With no other choice, Travis reluctantly dialed up Yvonne.

“What? Has Noella lost her marbles? Who gave her the right to toss out my work? That gallery was supposed to be Grandpa’s, what gives her the authority to call the shots?” Yvonne shot back.

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“Ms. Yvonne, now Noella is the boss of the gallery. Your grandpa has already gifted it to her.”

Yvonne nearly crushed her phone in fury!

her eye on that gallery for ages, perfect in location and prestige for her. If only Merrick cut it loose and gifted it to her, her standing among the Imperial City’s elite ladies

for “The Mountain Portray” at a gallery stroll and had managed to replicate it with great effort. Master Killian had taken the original back and hardly anyone had seen it. Even Beckett hadn’t noticed the forgery

be green with envy of her talent and trying to smear her

she grabbed her bag, stormed out the door, and

to the old man lately that Noella found her opening. She must’ve fed Merrick some kind of love potion to get him to hand over the gallery!

the gallery to spot a sleek and understated

a limited global release; only those with a hefty bank balance got to test drive it, let alone buy at a hefty price tag.

a suit, stood before it and greeted Noella with a bow and a smile.

car and slid in as Annie held the door open for her.

suit, his tie crisp. Whether by chance or design, his lapel sported a leaf decoration, which was clearly an Azure

No barely

year when some big shot from Kitai requested a few custom pieces from Azure. With Polaris

the only suit Azure ever made was

having a great figure, saying if he were a male model who topped the industry.

Noella blushed and coughed awkwardly.

reports, looked up with concern,

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boss of the gallery. Your grandpa

nearly crushed her

her eye on that gallery for ages, perfect in location and prestige for her. If only Merrick cut it

Killian had taken the original back and hardly anyone had seen it. Even Beckett hadn’t noticed the forgery

envy of her talent and trying to smear

in a rage, Then she grabbed her bag, stormed out the door, and

the old man lately that Noella found her opening. She must’ve fed Merrick some kind of love potion

the gallery to spot a

let alone buy at a hefty price

before it

as Annie

his lapel sported

suit herself; it must’ve been last year when some big shot from Kitai requested a few custom pieces from Azure. With Polaris Star in a financial pinch, she’d worked through the night to

Azure ever made was for

even remarked on the suit’s owner having a great figure, saying if he

the thought, Noella blushed

had been reviewing financial reports, looked up with concern. “Feeling off? Annie,

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swing by the hospital.”