The Killer Queen

The whole Lunar Lab members were steamed about Belinda and Vincent for what they used to treat Noella.

When Noella was an infant, It was actually the Belinda’s parents from the Fuller family who were taking care of her. But then old Mrs. Lambert came to see her granddaughter and found. out they were dissing her for being a girl, only willing to feed her plain water – Noella nearly didn’t make it!

If old Mrs. Lambert hadn’t swooped in and taken care of her, dotting every ‘I‘ and crossing every ‘t. there would be no way they’d have such a kick–ass and beautiful boss now.

Did the Fuller family really think kids grow up on dew or something?

Noella’s moves became so slick because she used to scrap with bears in the backwoods and deep forests as a kid!

And yet, Briony was always kept close by their side, under the pretense that Belinda needed a nanny. Now the Fuller family had their eyes on old Mrs. Lambert’s grave, planning to snatch it away!

“Boss, what on earth is Belinda thinking? It’s not like she can do anything with that grave!”

Noella frowned and asked, “Aren’t the Fuller parents still alive?”

“That’s just it. They say it’s a plot they’re eyeing for themselves, thinking old Mrs. Lambert’s got a jackpot and they want to be buried there when they kick the bucket!”

What a bunch of jokers this family is, squabbling with the dead over a piece of land.

“Tell Vincent that spot is a once–in–a–century find, that their descendants are sure to strike it rich if they get it.”

Alkaid nodded, grinding his teeth in frustration.

“I bet even if we tell Vincent, he’ll still get sweet–talked by Belinda. What if they really mess with the grave?”

Noella sighed, her delicate brows knitting together slightly.

“Don’t worry, if they dare touch Grandma’s grave, I’ll make them regret it.”

Alkaid breathed a sigh of relief with Noella’s word, he could rest easy.

Back in the office, Beckett had pulled up all of Yvonne’s school records, including every instance of her having someone else attend classes and take exams on her behalf.

“What does the school want to do about it?” he asked the director.

The director hesitated for a moment but then answered honestly, “Repeat the year, retake all

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subjects, record a major demerit, issue a probation warning, and if the retakes fail, expulsion…” Beckett nodded and said, “Go by the book. Make sure all teachers call Yvonne’s name during roll call. I’ll donate some equipment to the school, and from now on, attendance checks are gonna be done with facial recognition.”

The director was over the moon!

What a brilliant idea!

Noella walked in just in time to hear this and couldn’t help cringing.

She thought, if Beckett actually goes through with this, I bet the whole MediCore University student body would be sticking pins in voodoo dolls of him.

“Beckett, that’s like tearing someone else’s umbrella because you’re getting wet.”

Beckett just smiled, a graceful curve on his lips.

The director disagreed, “Miss Schnabel, our school is MediCore University, after all. Serious study now means fewer mistakes on the operating table later, and more precise lab data. It’s only the literature majors we allow skipping class now and then.”

Noella nodded, realizing MediCore University had strict standards and knew how to teach according to students‘ needs.

“If you are interested, please consider our school!”

“I will.”

After sorting out Yvonne’s business, Beckett walked Noella out of the school.

“Noella, you seemed down after that phone call. Wanna tell me why? Of course, it’s cool if you’d rather not!”

Originally, she didn’t want to bother her family with the Lambert family drama, but then seeing Milford, she realized Beckett was already on top of things, even sorting stuff out without her knowing!

Beckett gently patted Noella’s hair and said, “Don’t worry, it’s normal for girls to have stuff on their minds. Is that Palmer kid giving you trouble? Tell me, and I’ll sort him out!”

Noella was like, what does this have to do with Palmer?

After hesitating, she told Beckett about what had happened and her concerns.

Beckett got it and knew how close Noella was to old Mrs. Lambert – that without her, there would be no Noella today. The Schnabel family owed her one!

“Noella, I’ll find a better place for old Mrs. Lambert’s grave. Maybe she wants to be closer to you, right? I’ll relocate her to Imperial City, buy the Lambert ancestral home, so no one can disturb her peace, making it

easy for you to visit. If she were still around, we’d all owe her our thanks. She raised you so well! I’ll get on it, don’t worry. Even though you’re back with the

Schnabels, she will always be your grandma!”

Noella was beautiful gentle, strong, and sensible the best sister in the world! And none of this had anything to do with Vincent and his wife.

Noella originally arranged old Mrs. Lambert’s grave near the family home because she wanted to go back there in her final days.

Maybe, like Beckett said, Grandma really wanted to stay with her.

“Alright, thanks. Beckett.”

Meanwhile, MediCore University’s admin office was ringing Yvonne’s cell.

When Yvonne heard the school’s verdict, she was about to lose her marbles.

Probation? If the Schnabel family gets wind of this, she’s gonna catch hell!

“What? Are you guys out of your minds? Just because someone took a test for me, it’s such a big deal? Do you know who my grandpa is?”

The director replied coolly. “We’ve already reported to your grandfather, and he fully supports the school’s decision.”

Yvonne was speechless. Didn’t she just tell Marcel yesterday that she was the one being picked on? What the heck was going on!

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Yvonne did not want to waste another year at school, attending classes with a bunch of broke college students was just plain dumb. She’d rather spend her time getting dolled up and hanging out with her girlfriends – those were the real connections!

After hanging up the phone, Yvonne hurriedly made plans to dash to the hospital to get Marcel to put in a good word for her.

If Marcel was willing to call the president, nobody would dare to follow up on this matter.

“Anika, where’s the driver?”

“Miss Yvonne, the driver has been sent out by the madam to pick up a delivery,”

Sienna has her own personal driver, so why was she hogging others too?

“What kind of delivery needs so many people?”

Could it be that Sienna finally realized Yvonne’s birthday was coming up and was sending her a birthday present?

“It’s Crystal.”

Crystal! It must be that piece she had her eye on last month!

Yvonne had been dying to get a piece of crystal for a bracelet and earrings, it would totally suit her style. She hadn’t expected that the piece from the auction was secretly bought by Sienna to! surprise her. If Sienna agreed, she didn’t really care about going to university: she could just

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buy a degree.

The more Yvonne thought about it, the more excited she got!

“Did they say what it’s for?”

“They said it’s to redo the bathroom floor for Noella, the current flooring doesn’t match the

decor.”

Redoing Noella’s bathroom floor? For real?

“Noella hardly ever stays here, right?”

She owns the penthouse at Serene Haven, why bother redoing the room here?

“The madam said it’s all for Noella’s home, and since she isn’t staying here these days, she’s planning to revamp the decor for her.”

Yvonne nearly choked.

Yvonne scolded inwardly. “Why the heck does the Schnabel family pamper Noella so much? That country bumpkin really doesn’t know the value of things. Doesn’t she feel like a nouveau riche using such precious crystal for flooring?”

“Forget it, I’ll take a cab! Seeing Grandpa is more important right now.”

It’s several miles from the Schnabel Manor to a place where you’re allowed to hail a cab. After all, everyone living in the same neighborhood as the Schnabel family has their own cars, and taxis aren’t even allowed in.

Yvonne walked to the gate, her ankles rubbed raw with blisters, hurting so much that she was grimacing in pain.

A car pulled up in front of her, and the man inside with a scar on his face rolled down the window, his sinister gaze falling on her.

“Miss, where to?”

Yvonne, not paying much attention, hopped in, “Imperial West Hospital. Step on it!” Content provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

The driver tugged at his baseball cap, shadowing his face.

“Don’t worry. I’ll make sure you get where you need to go.”

“What do you mean? I said Imperial West Hospital. Don’t you understand?”

Yvonne started to feel uneasy; this guy looked shady all over, not some creep drawn to her beauty, right?