The Killer Queen ( Noella Briony ) novel Chapter 271

Garrick's face was a study in frustration!

"Marcel Schnabel actually agreed to this nonsense? This is higher education, not some kind of playground for your whims!"

Noella pointed to the parental signature at the bottom of the withdrawal application, where Marcel's name was signed with a flourish that spoke volumes of his character. A personal seal from Marcel himself was also stamped next to the signature, ensuring all formalities were meticulously observed.

"My grandfather supports all my decisions."

"This is madness! Has Marcel lost his mind? A perfectly good student quitting school to gallivant around like a headless chicken? I won't have it!"

Noella, her backpack slung over one shoulder and her ponytail swinging with determination, faced the incensed Garrick with a cool, calm gaze.

"Sir, I don't need school to complete your so-called 'obedience training'. If you think that's the way to keep me here, you're sorely mistaken."

Garrick looked up at Noella, taking in her confident stance as if she had the world at her fingertips, a beacon of unattainable grace and authority. As the original founder of Polaris Star, he knew all too well that Noella attending classes at Imperial University was a sheer waste of her time.

What Garrick truly wanted was to bend Noella to his will! But Noella scoffed at such petty power plays.

Garrick's gaze deepened. "I'd love to know what those old geezers have been teaching you. Your duty is to follow orders, and you can't even master that!"

Noella raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on her lips. "Garrick, the first people who demanded my obedience are now serving as compost in the Polaris Star Cultivation Nursery."

Her presence here was proof enough that she was now the rule-maker at Polaris Star!

"Garrick, just take a look at these two applications. Your signature is welcome but not necessary."

With that, Noella turned on her heel and left without a backward glance, as if the prestigious school and the respected Garrick meant nothing to her.

This display of nonchalance and cool defiance stoked a fire in Garrick. Clenching his fists, his voice betrayed a hint of anger.

"I'll sign your exemption, but you are required to attend my classes!"

"Understood. Thank you."

...

At Serene Haven’s Dragon Tower, a car pulled up in front of the grand Pollack Mansion.

Jacob stepped aside to open the door, extending his hand to assist the elderly passenger.

The old lady, adorned in a silk jacket and a glowing pearl necklace, gracefully stepped out of the car. She glanced at the neighboring tower, then shifted her gaze to the stark and quiet Pollack Mansion.

"Where's Sexton?"

"He's been staying at the Schnabel Manor lately. Says Marcel can't bear to be without him."

Old Mrs. Pollack snorted disdainfully, her thin lips pressed tightly together. "Marcel can't bear to be without him? More like he can't wait to see him in a coffin. Where's my granddaughter?"

Jacob wiped the sweat from his brow nervously. "Mom, Elara is with the Schnabel family as well."

"Useless!"

Old Mrs. Pollack glared at Jacob, her dragon-headed cane coming down hard on Jacob's leg.

"A perfectly good child, and you can't even acknowledge her. What use are you? I should've let you fall into a ditch and become compost back in the day! Palmer, help me inside! I'm going to see my granddaughter!"

After being whacked by Old Mrs. Pollack's cane, Jacob couldn't do much but grit his teeth and, along with Palmer, support the old lady into the Schnabel Manor.

Marcel was in the middle of a chess game with Sexton when the glittering figure of the old lady entered the room, causing Sexton to drop his chess piece in surprise.

"Helen, why did you leave the nursing home?"