The Killer Queen ( Noella Briony ) novel Chapter 433

"Are you suggesting we beat them at their own game?" Beckett raised an eyebrow, amusement tugging at the corners of his mouth.

"Exactly! The stage is set, we might as well enjoy the show," Noella said, her lips curling into a smirk. "This petty scheme, Beckett, don't you want to see how it unfolds? Plus, I have other plans that won't interfere with the jewelry exhibition."

To think we'd stumble upon such a childish ploy here, of all places.

Who wouldn't find this intriguing?

Seeing Noella so calm and strategic, Beckett's worries melted away.

"If you're in, I'm with you all the way!"

This was happening on Schnabel turf, and yet, someone dared to play these little tricks?

Did they really think the Schnabels would just stand by?

In a corner, a jittery assistant scurried back to Luna.

"Ms. Patel, everything's ready..."

"You didn't take this long because you were tipping off Noella, did you?"

The assistant, pale with fear, shook her head vigorously.

"No... I wouldn't dare!"

"I thought so. You don't have the nerve. Well, I can't wait to see how she plans to save face after this debacle!"

Anyone who dares to cross Luna Patel is asking for trouble!

...

The jewelry was displayed in special cabinets, each piece taking its turn on the pedestal.

The host announced, "Ms. Patel's Thorny Rose collection, featuring rubies and pink diamonds, is truly a masterpiece and a first-time exhibit!"

Dalia gasped at the sight of the glittering jewelry. "Sis, these pieces are stunning!"

But experts know better.

Darcy shook her head. "It's a shame, really. Such fine materials wasted on poor craftsmanship. It diminishes the stones' natural beauty."

Pink diamonds are precious, and even seasoned designers opt for conservative cuts to showcase the gem's inherent allure.

Luna's design overshadowed the jewels' natural charm, a stark contrast to their true value.

Dalia, also a designer, nodded in agreement. "Which number is our piece?"

"Soon," Darcy replied, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. "Noella said there'd be a change in schedule to accommodate us."

As Noella's staunch ally, Dalia didn't hesitate. "Then let's go ahead!"

After all, Mr. Schnabel's word was gospel. If there was a mistake, it certainly wasn't on their part!

The host smiled. "Ms. Patel's collection starts at thirty million. Feel free to make your bids."

As the Schnabels hosted the event, Noella and Beckett had front-row seats.

Playing with her diamond ring, Noella scoffed, "Beckett, in what world does this design fetch thirty million? Monopoly money?"

"Indeed," Beckett replied coolly. "It's not even worth thirty million Monopoly dollars."

Their comments, though not loud, were enough for the keen-eared.

It was clear as day; this wasn't merely about evaluating jewelry.

Why hadn't the Schnabel siblings commented on any other pieces? Even those less impressive had seen Beckett's bids.

This was a pointed attack.

Whispers spread. "I heard Ms. Patel tried to outdo Ms. Schnabel for the best dressing room..."

"Really? Does the Patel family think they rule the jewelry world?"

"It's best not to bid. What if you end up offending the Schnabels instead?"