The Killer Queen (Noella Briony)

Chapter 390

"After all, you're not the only one who knows Mr. Schnabel," he said, a hint of smugness in his voice.

"Coincidentally, I know him too.”

Not only do I know him, but we also had breakfast together this morning!

Upon hearing about Sexton's illness, Tristan had already taken it upon himself to drive Marcel to the hospital for a visit!

It was the first time anyone had seen someone threaten Noella like Tristan did...

Clinging to Dan's arm, Oriana whined coyly, "Dan, didn't you say you and Mr. Schnabel are like brothers, tight as can be?"

Dan couldn't even remember the tall tales he'd spun!

He whipped out his phone, bedazzled to the max, and dialed Tristan's number.

A polite female voice answered, "Hello, you've reached Mr. Schnabel's office line. May I ask who's calling and if you have an appointment?" "I'm Dan. Mr. Schnabel's brother from another mother!"

"Then please contact Mr. Schnabel's personal line; this line is for business appointments only.”

Dan's cheeks burned with embarrassment, muttering to himself, "Mr. Schnabel must be too swamped..."

Noglla's voice then piped up, "Chad, Mr. Schnabel won't be in the office today. Any business matters should be redirected to Beckett.”

Chad recognized Noella's voice immediately and respectfully replied, "Yes, Ms. Noella. Mr. Schnabel has purchased a new property for you. Should the contract be delivered to your home?"

"I'm at the Schnabel Hotel today. Send it here." "Understood. And about this Dan...?"

Noella calmly stated, "Causing a scene at the hotel, verbally assaulting Schnabel Group employees, obstructing me from calling the police, just an ordinary guest.”

Chad, surprised, asked, "Ah? Are you alright, Ms. Noella? I'll inform Mr. Schnabel right away!" "I'm fine." Chad breathed a sigh of relief, recalling recent events.

"Now I remember, Dan, the guy who rented the Wren family's self-built villa in the suburbs and has been dodging the rent? Jasper has been too busy, and the legal department hasn't gotten to it yet!"

"Let's handle it all at once then!”

Dan's face quickly beaded with sweat as panic set in.

He glared at Criana beside him, fuming, "Why didn't you tell me she's Ms. Noella of the Schnabel family?"

Oriana was at a loss for words.

In her eyes, Noella was hardly favored within the Schnabel family — just a nobody picked up from the sticks. How favored could she possibly be? Linnea looked at Oriana with a complex gaze.

Growing up together, Linnea knew Oriana's behavior stemmed from the family's skewed allocation of resources.

Despite being sisters, all the money went to supporting the more promising sister, leaving little for her.

And so, from a young age, Oriana had been brainwashed!

The Schnabel family would never consider you one of their own!

Probably in front of Dan, Criana had boasted about being the prestigious Ms. Noella, adding all sorts of embellishments to her story. Facing the genuinely beautiful and favored Noella was like a slap in Oriana's face!

Dan, unable to save face and remembering Oriana's claims, thought:

If she truly was a lady of high society, wouldn't all his debts be covered?

Thus, Dan couldn't bear to let go of Criana, his golden goose!

"Ms. Schnabel, my sincerest apologies. I was blind not to see that you're Mr. Schnabel's daughter! I'm like a distant uncle to you, given my brotherhood with Mr. Schnabel!"

Noella remained silent for a moment.

Such shamelessness was indeed rare.

Wren, Marcel's chauffeur, owned several villas in the suburbs of the city, with rent reaching millions a year. Dan couldn't even pay the rent for a self-built home, clearly not a real tycoon!

Noella mocked, "Dan, your brains truly aren't on par with the real wealthy. I'll be handling today's incident with the police.” "Please, niece..."

"Dan, if you can't learn how to address people properly, maybe you should learn how to bark like a dog?" Noella's knife glinted coldly, its edge sharp and bloodless.

Her gaze was icy, sending chills down Dan's spine.

He quickly corrected himself, "Ms. Schnabel, I'm terribly sorry. Please accept my deepest apologies!”

"No need, some matters are better handled by professionals. I'd rather not waste words on you."

As Noella finished, police officers approached, escorting Oriana and Dan away!

A young boy clutching a teddy bear looked on in panic as his father was taken.

The officer turned to the boy, "Ms. Schnabel, it's not appropriate to take the child to the station. Maybe: he could stay at the hotel temporarily?"

The boy was too young for the station, with no one to care for him there.

Noella met the boy's icy gaze with a flicker of interest, her lips curving slightly,

"Our hotel is open for business, not a daycare. Better to contact his family to pick him up.”

The boy's eyes, familiar to Noella, reminded her of children she'd seen at the border — seemingly innocent but harboring resentment The officer nodded, leading the boy away. But as they exited the hotel, the boy looked back at Noella with a steely gaze.

"Do you know what happened to my dad's previous girlfriends?"

Noella coldly replied, "That's none of my concern.”

"You made my dad look bad, which means you made me lock bad. I'll remember you."

The boy's emationless face mirrored Dan's, revealing a maturity and malice beyond his years.

"Sister, did you know? Minors don't pay the price for murder.”

His words sent a shiver through the onlookers!NôvelDrama.Org content.

Noella propped her chin with one hand, her gaze locked onto the little boy with an intensity that could pierce steel "Sweetheart, the price of actions isn't for you to decide.”

The boy masked his emotions as he followed the officer out of the hotel.

Linnea felt a chill run down her spine.

"Ms. Schnabel, is it just me or does that kid seem a bit... off? Doesn't strike me as your average Joe."

"It's all good. No need to go easy next time. Sure, we're in the hospitality business, but we've got to stand our ground.” Linnea knew Noella was trying to comfort her, and it warmed her heart immensely.

Laughter echoed from the hotel entrance.

A silver-haired lady spun Noella around in a tight hug, "Noella, it's been too long, I've missed you!"

"Be careful with yourself, mentor.”

"Not to worry, with the medicine you've whipped up for me, I reckon I've got another fifty years!"

Behind them, Master Hector scoffed, "Ha, another fifty years? That'd make you what, a hundred and twenty? Practically a witch by then.”

"Zip it! I'm talking to Noella, mind your own business! No respect for the elderly.”

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