The Killer Queen ( Noella Briony ) novel Chapter 455

Their eyes locked on each other, oblivious to the world around them!

The piercing sound of over a dozen helicopters echoed in the sky!

At the Patel family's banquet, guests were holding their breaths, too afraid to make a sound.

Was this a dramatic entrance or a bold disruption?

Uncertain, they waited and watched.

Pearl, still in shock, her hair turned to a pale, burnt yellow!

Ms. Patel rushed over and, seeing Pearl's hair, exclaimed in surprise, "Grandma, what happened... did your hair dye go wrong?"

She didn't recall her grandmother dyeing her hair that morning.

Pearl struggled to speak, choked up with anger and barely able to get her words out.

Ulrich said calmly, "You must be seriously forgetting things, don't ignore your health. It's time to see a doctor."

Was she losing her memory?

No, this was all due to the infuriating actions of the Schnabel family!

How did the Schnabel family even raise such arrogant kids!

Beckett, turning to face Pearl, said with a nod, "Thank you for the hospitality. The Schnabels will not forget this."

Pearl's voice was hoarse, her aged hand gripping Ms. Patel's tightly to keep from fainting on the spot.

"Mr. Schnabel, you're too kind."

Center stage, Beckett scanned the guests, the heir of the Schnabel family exuding a powerful presence, commanding respect without a word.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, I won't take much of your time. The Schnabel family has joyful news to share, and the Patels almost turned it into a nightmare. From now on, the Schnabels will cease all collaborations with the Patels. Of course, you are free to continue on your own terms."

Beckett only mentioned Malvina, his tone even, but enough to shut everyone up.

The guests exchanged looks, unsure whether to be more surprised about the Schnabel family's new addition or appalled that the Patels dared to cross them.

The Schnabel family, after all, was not to be trifled with!

Years of low profile gave way as the elder Schnabels stepped back, and the younger generation took over, showing the Imperial City's elite that they were but a joke in the face of the Schnabel's legacy.

When Beckett ranked second on the Forbes list, right after Palmer, it was clear. The alliance with the Pollack family only solidified their dominance.

Pearl was furious!

"Do you really think we, the Patels, are afraid? So arrogant, the Schnabels!"

Her voice trembled with barely contained rage and fear.

This was a declaration of war by the Schnabels against the Patels!

Ulrich, ever the peacemaker, turned to a well-dressed middle-aged man by his side.

"Mr. Carl, how have you been since your illness last year?"

"Dr. Schnabel, I owe you my life! Rest assured, we'll cut ties with the Patels!"

Ulrich shifted his gaze, "Mr. Drew, how's your grandfather's leg?"

"Dr. Schnabel, thanks for the medication last week. My granddad's been meaning to visit the old general. When might you be free?"

Mr. Drew's grandfather was a close comrade of Marcel Schnabel, ensuring their families' loyalty to the Schnabels.

"Mr. Frank…"

Before Ulrich could continue, Mr. Frank chimed in, patting his chest, "Dr. Schnabel, say no more. You saved my heart; I'm all ears!"

Ulrich's miraculous surgeries had earned him the title of 'the hand of God', with many of the city's elite owing their lives to him. Suddenly, it became clear that the majority of the guests were in some way indebted to Ulrich.

Palmer, holding Noella's hand tenderly, announced, "Our engagement was rushed, and we couldn't invite many. Please honor us with your presence at the Pollack Group's thanksgiving banquet this weekend."