The Killer Queen (Noella Briony)



"Seriously, Pearl, what's with the clown makeup?"

"Go wash your face, now!"

Pearl's tone was sharp, unforgiving.

Today, Luna had thoroughly embarrassed her!

Luna's usually gentle demeanor was replaced with a stern expression.

Only Luna knew the bandages on her face couldn't be removed!

Panic surged through her as she tugged at Dillon's sleeve.

Noticing their interaction, Noella nudged Ulrich.

"Ulrich, they really have a strong bond, don't they?"

"Our family's just as tight. If anyone dares to mess with my little sister, they'll have us to deal with!"

"Same goes for anyone looking to harm my little brother."

Ulrich's gaze was fixed on Dillon as he spoke.

The incident on the cruise ship with the Schnabels and the Patels was still unresolved!

It wasn't a matter of if they'd settle scores, but when.

Dillon chuckled, "Grandma, Luna's just a young girl trying to look her best. Let her wash off her makeup after the guests leave. It's only polite." Noella covered her mouth, giggling.

"That doesn't look like makeup to me. Luna, is your face having an allergic reaction? Maybe it's best to remove the makeup."

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She definitely did that on purpose!

Yet, it sounded like she was just looking out for her.

Pearl was starting to feel embarrassed.

"Luna, what's going on? Are you really having an allergic reaction? Maybe you should stop wearing makeup."

"Grandma, I'll remove it in a bit..."

Removing makeup in front of guests was indeed impolite, so Pearl didn't push further.

Ulrich, however, spoke up, "I'm a doctor, and Luna's face looks... off. Is that a hint of sulfur I'm smelling?"

Doctors were familiar with chemical substances.

Especially one as corrosive and pungent as sulfuric acid.

Luna's heavy perfume couldn't mask the scent of sulfuric acid.

"And it seems like concentrated sulfuric acid. Luna, has your makeup routine come to the point of needing facial reconstruction?" Luna immediately denied it.

"No, no, it's just my perfume... it's expired."

She couldn't let her social circle find out there was something wrong with her face!

That would make her the laughingstock of the entire socialite scene!

Pearl frowned, "What's going on? Your perfume is replaced regularly. How could it expire? Come here, let me take a closer look."

As Luna approached, Pearl too caught the strange scent.

Noella mused, "Beckett, do you think Ms. Patel has ruined her face?"

If Luna had indeed ruined her face, it would be a loss for the Patel family.

Pearl had plans to make her a successor, but the Patel family relied on their high-society status, and Pearl, a renowned socialite, couldn't have a disfigured successor!

Pearl's gaze hardened.

"Tear it off, let me see!"

In a state of panic, Luna had no choice but to comply as the butlers held her arms and removed the bandages revealing her face, now completely marred by sulfuric acid burns.

Pearl was shocked!

"Luna!"

Ulrich and Beckett hadn't expected Luna's face to be truly ruined.

Luna collapsed to the ground, weeping loudly.

Pearl, feeling a headache coming on, quickly instructed the butlers to take her to the hospital, out of sight, out of mind.

Luckily, the Patel family had other daughters.

Pearl swiftly issued a new order, "Call the second daughter over."

"Yes."

The speed at which the successor was replaced was faster than a meal change.

Noella's lips curled into a smile.

Good, changing the successor would only break Luna further! Daring to target the next generation of the Schnabel family, they had now set their sights on her!

Dillon, maintaining his gentlemanly composure, seemed unaffected by the preceding events.

His calm demeanor was a testament to his mental fortitude.

Despite encountering Stirling Schnabel on the cruise, it was unlikely he knew Dillon was behind the assassin.

After all, the Patels and the Schnabels had limited interactions before this.

Noella casually touched her earring, "Beckett, I heard the young Mr. Patel wanted to get to know Elara better He even waited outside her lab a few times. The security guard almost called the cops, thinking he was casing the place!"

Dillon's smile faltered!

Dropping his feigned elegance, he openly admitted, "Grandma, I indeed have a fondness for Ms. Schnabel and am pursuing her."

Pearl nodded, finding the idea appealing.

After all, an alliance with the Schnabel family was the goal, regardless of who made the match.

Beckett sneered, his gaze sharp as a leopard's on its prey.

"You, fancy Elara? You think you're worthy?"

Ulrich laughed mockingly.

"What delusions of grandeur, thinking you can win over our Elara? Is it your age or your lack of

hygiene? As far as I know, Mr. Patel, your college wasn't exactly

iel

prestigious. Sorry, but Elara prefers

intelligent company!"

Noella added with concern, "It's already tough for my sister at work, having to see a kappa like you? Poor thing!"

Beckett chimed in, "Don't worry, I've arranged for a new bodyguard for Elara, from the special forces, to ensure her safety!"

Elara Schnabel's recent project was

of utmost importance, keeping her in

the lab day and night, her focus solely on her research, leaving no time to pay attention to any unwelcome suitors.

Dillon hadn't expected to be so thoroughly dismissed!

"Mr. Schnabel, I swear I'm not just some guy trying to make an impression. I genuinely have feelings for Ms. Schnabel!"

Noella looked at him skeptically. "Do you even have the slightest clue about my sister's research? Do you know what journals she's published in or what awards she's won?"

Of course, Dillon didn't have a clue!

His interest in Elara was purely driven by the prospect of being part of the Schnabel legacy.

Elara's academic papers might as well have been written in a foreign language to him. He couldn't understand a word, let alone appreciate her

research.

"This... I... My field of study is different from Ms. Schnabel's, but that's hardly an issue, right? I'm willing to take the time to truly understand her work!" Beckett tossed a few photos onto the table.

"Is dining out with Instagram models and local celebrities your definition of specialization?"

The photos clearly showed Dillon getting cozy with several women at a nightclub!

Noella grimaced. "Gross."

Dillon hadn't expected Beckett to have dug into his past!

Pearl coughed twice.

"These are your company's signed actors, right? Be mindful of your business dealings in the future to avoid misunderstandings!"

"Yes, Grandma, I'll be careful," Dillon responded.

Beckett couldn't even bother to watch this charade unfold any longer.

Standing up with his siblings, Beckett's gaze towards Dillon was as cold as ice.

"So, hiring a hitman against my brother is your idea of keeping things professional? Well, the Schnabel family won't forget this!"

Ulrich let out a dark, mocking laugh.

"And let's not forget Miss Luna, who nearly caused my wife to miscarry, endangering the next generation of the Schnabel family. Rest assured, we

won't forget this either!"