The Killer Queen ( Noella Briony ) novel Chapter 304

Horatio was lounging comfortably in a plush armchair, his fair face radiating a serene aura that seemed almost divine. The prayer beads in his hand, engraved with ancient scriptures, added to his mystique, making him appear as a sage from another world.

Bowie was stunned to encounter Horatio at the airport!

As the revered abbot of the Dragon Monastery, Horatio had been a monk since the tender age of three. Born with a spiritual essence, he was a vegetarian by nature, destined for a monastic life.

But Bowie knew Horatio was no ordinary monk!

In Imperial City, many high-profile figures sought Horatio's counsel, making pilgrimages to the Dragon Monastery and often failing to secure an audience with him. The last time Horatio had left the monastery was to counter a global flu outbreak, devising a solution that became well-known among the inner circles of Imperial City.

Desperate, Bowie hoped to persuade Horatio to visit the Richardson family.

"Horatio, my family's home has been rather unsettled lately. I was hoping you could perform a blessing."

Horatio closed his eyes, his youthful face serene yet commanding attention, his presence both awe-inspiring and comforting.

"Bless you, but you should put your faith in science. If your home feels unsettled, perhaps calling the police would be more effective. I'm afraid I'm not the one you need."

Bowie was taken aback by Horatio's reluctance.

"Master, name your price, and I'll meet it!"

"You've mistaken me for someone else. I'm not Horatio."

Confusion spread across Bowie's face. He had seen Horatio once before, from a distance, while with Lucian. Could he have been mistaken?

At the VIP lounge entrance, a cool voice suddenly broke the silence.

"Monk, let's go."

"Ah, coming." Horatio, seeing Noella at the door, quickly stood and followed her, paying no mind to Bowie.

Bowie had seen Noella in live streams and knew of her through the Schnabel family's public appearances. Tristan Schnabel and Beckett Schnabel had given her a significant share of the Schnabel Group, so he recognized her on sight.

Seeing Noella and Horatio together, seemingly familiar with each other, Bowie followed.

"Ms. Schnabel, hello, I'm Bowie Richardson."

Noella glanced back at the man trailing behind her.

Bowie, unlike Lorne, was sophisticated with a scholarly charm, his glasses framing his expressive eyes.

"Do you need something?"

"My family's been troubled recently, and I was hoping to invite Horatio over, perhaps to cleanse... Could you possibly facilitate an introduction? I would be eternally grateful."

Noella's gaze shifted to Horatio. "Can you perform such rituals?"

Horatio shrugged. "I told him to trust in science, or call the police if necessary, but he wouldn't listen."

Noella nodded at Bowie. "He's not the one you're looking for. Try someone else."

Without another word, she and Horatio turned to leave.

Horatio, rubbing his hands together, asked, "So, Noella, what's on the menu today? I heard you acquired a famous painting recently. Gift it to me!"