The Killer Queen ( Noella Briony ) novel Chapter 162

Tristan strode up to Noella, his hands bracing against the desk as he fixed his gaze on Marcel.

"Dad! Are you even aware of what kind of hellhole Lockhart Prison is? Jasper nearly lost his life there last time! Noella's just a kid. How can you even think of sending her to such a place? Noella might not have been raised by our side, but she's still the one and only daughter of the Schnabel family! You only have one granddaughter. How can you be so heartless?"

Marcel retorted angrily, "Are you suggesting I'm intentionally putting Noella in harm's way? This is about what really happened to your mother. If it weren't for that unfortunate incident, neither your mother nor Noella would have had to endure so much hardship!"

Tristan was stunned. "My... my mom? Dad, are you saying you know who my mom is?"

Marcel glanced at him irritably. "I haven’t laid a finger on Ashlyn since we were married, and you think I won’t know who your mother is?"

He just needed some concrete evidence to support his suspicions, but both Merrick and Sexton were being evasive. Those two old foxes wouldn’t utter a peep!

Thankfully, Noella had brought the DNA test results.

Tristan, looking at the paternity test report on the desk and hearing Noella say it was a test between him and Grandma Harriet, was completely dumbfounded!

He embraced Noella in a bear hug, sobbing, “Sweetheart! Thank you for always being there for your grandma!"

Noella, a bit helpless, patted Tristan's back in an attempt to comfort him.

Marcel snorted coldly. "I've made arrangements at Lockhart Prison. Palmer will accompany Noella. Nothing will happen."

Tristan straightened up suddenly. "Dad, why didn't you say you had everything under control? You had me worried sick! I knew you wouldn’t harm Noella. For a moment there, I thought you were Wolf."

Marcel, at the end of his patience, snapped, "Get out!"

...

Stepping out of Marcel’s study, Noella received a call from Nyssa.

"Ms. Schnabel, could you swing by the gallery? There's a situation here that needs your attention. A new gallery opened across the street run by Yvonne Gruber, and she's been stirring up trouble with our gallery ever since you've been away!"

"Alright."

Hanging up, Noella left the Schnabel estate and got into the car driven by Alkaid.

The traffic in Imperial City was a nightmare, especially during rush hour and holidays.

Alkaid took a detour down a side street. Glancing in the rear-view mirror, he said, "Boss, we've got a tail."

"Shake them off."

Alkaid floored the gas pedal, and after a few impressively executed drifts, they left nothing but a cloud of exhaust fumes behind them.

A car continued to pursue them relentlessly, even trying to ram Noella's vehicle! After the first unsuccessful attempt, the car charged again for a second hit.

Alkaid scoffed. Did they really think a car modified by Polaris Star could be so easily wrecked?

"Boss, hold tight!"

After a few counter-strikes, several motorcycles emerged from an intersection, trapping the pursuing car in the middle.

The driver of the pursuing car was bewildered. Wasn't the target just some high school kid? This show of force didn't look like anything a regular high school student could muster!

A composed young woman stepped out of the front car, her gaze icy as she glanced at the driver and said indifferently, "Clean this up."

"Got it, Boss. The traffic's too heavy out there. You're better off on a motorcycle. We'll handle this and make sure he spills everything."

Returning Alkaid's warm smile, Noella nodded, swung her long legs over a motorcycle parked by the road, and sped off down the alley.

...

Outside the gallery, Jarred and Nyssa waited anxiously at the entrance.

"Ms. Schnabel's on the way, right?"