The Killer Queen

Elara, with a tube of ointment in her hand, took a couple of videos in all angles, and sent them to the Schnabel family group chat with a flourish.

[Check this out, guys! My little sis sent me this exclusive care package. Beat that!]

Beckett chimed in: [Noella’s first trip to Emerald County, make sure she’s well looked after. Don’t let her lose any weight.}

Ulrich added: [She’s so thoughtful. Last time she hooked me up with a bunch of snacks.]

A series of videos followed, all featuring Noella bringing treats to the set.

Stirling vented: [What’s the deal here? Am I chopped liver?]

Jasper joked: [No grub for me either, but I did get a shirt from Noella. She claimed she herself.]

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Jasper shared a selfie, sporting a sleek black shirt adorned with his initials. The collar was trimmed in his favorite flamboyant colors, and a few ostentatious rubies sparkled – exactly Jasper’s style.

The chat exploded with reactions!

Elara, reading through the messages, playfully wrapped an arm around Noella’s neck, “Noella, I want a handmade shirt too! Why does Jasper get one and not me?”

“I’ve got something planned for you, but I wasn’t sure about your favorite color. So I’m here to ask you about it.”

Her designs for Azure’s new season were a hit, and she also handled some exclusive, high–ticket orders. Whipping up some threads for the Schnabel family members was no biggie. she realized that a chunk of Azure’s last quarter’s profits came from the deep pockets of the Schnabels and Palmer.

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Even after she gave Rising Glory Mall a sweet deal, her shares in Rising Glory Group meant the money was still landing in her own purse.

Thinking about how Polaris Star’s cash flow relied on the Schnabel family, Noella felt a twinge of guilt.

Last time she was designing, she stumbled upon a rather gaudy piece of fabric that wasn’t in harmony with Azure’s style, yet matched Jasper’s taste to a T. So she drew the sketch and made him a shirt, and he adored it, wearing it with pride.

This was his sister’s work and it fit him just perfectly. The two of them were definitely sibling goals!

Elara hugged Noella tightly, planting a couple of kisses on her, “Whatever you pick, I’ll love it! I’m always in a lab coat, so I don’t want to ruin your creations. I’ll wear them when I’m home!”

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Her handcrafted clothes weren’t meant to be preserved in a museum.

“Don’t worry, I’ll make extra for you so you can wear them anytime.”

“Aw, you’re the best, Noella! Love you!”

Elara was so ecstatic she nearly jumped for joy! Noella knew Elara was just trying not to worry people from the Schnabel family.

Elara was a genius, much like the unexploited members of Polaris Star. They all possessed extraordinary intellect, which often meant they were wise beyond their years.

When Elara found out she wasn’t the biological daughter of the Schnabel family, she started visiting less. She loved her family but didn’t want to put them in a tough spot if the real Schnabel daughter returned. Choosing to step back, she immersed herself in her research in the solitude of the wild.

“Wait here for me, Noella. I’ve got to sort out a minor glitch at the lab. I’ll be back to hang out with you soon.”

“Okay.”

Elara ruffled Noella’s hair, reluctant to leave, and then ran to the lab. She needed to resolve those problems quickly so she could return to Noella’s side.

Noella’s phone was bombarded with calls from the Schnabels, all clamoring for her to make them clothes too.

Why should Jasper be the only one? Their little sister couldn’t play favorites!

Feeling overwhelmed, Noella promised, “Alright, alright, everyone gets one.”

Beckett gazed at the family portrait on his desk with a fond smile, even adding a picture of Elara for good measure. No Schnabel left behind.

“Don’t overwork yourself. When you feel like it, just whip up some designs and let the pros handle the sewing. I worry you might get tired.”

“Alright.”

There were a lot stuff in Rising Glory Group that was required to handle, so Beckett addressed. few words before hanging up.

Not far away, Vincent and his family spotted Noella strolling alone near the farm and hurried toward her.

“Noella, I knew I’d find you here! What will it take for you to come home with me?”

Noella regarded Vincent coldly. “Wasn’t the last beating enough for you?”

“If you come home, we can forget all about that.” Vincent offered magnanimously. “I’m sick, Noella. If you don’t come home. I’m afraid I couldn’t see you one last time before I die. I’ve

been feeling regretted for being not able to stay at your grandma’s side when she still had the last breath. You don’t want me to regret it once more, do you, Noella?”

Vincent swept a glance at Ellsworth Fuller, signaling him to stand behind Noella, in case she ran away later. As long as they had her in control, she could only listen to them!

Taking a glimpse at those few people from the Fuller family behind her, Noella snorted. “What’s your angle? Ironic you would bring up my grandma. Don’t you feel ashamed?” NôvelDrama.Org holds text © rights.

Vincent perked up. “We’re family, Noella, I raised you for nearly two decades. I’m the closest one in the world to you!

Come on, take me to meet your birth parents. After all these years of raising you, they should at least cough up a little thank you money…I mean, medical expenses. Dad’s illness is costing a fortune!”

It was always about the money.

Noella reached out her hand, and just when Vincent thought she was going to shake his as a gesture of reconciliation, she slapped him across the face!

“I never hit you before out of respect for Grandma, not for you, Vincent. Did you really think I tolerated you because of your personality charm?”

Vincent clutched his cheek, looking at Noella in disbelief. “How dare you hit me!”

Another firm slap mirrored the first, leaving Vincent’s face symmetrically stung. The Fuller family members rushed forward to intervene as they saw Vincent getting slapped.

Noella cracked her knuckles and let out a cold, mocking laugh. “And you all, giving me expired. candy when I was little, trying to kill me, plotting to steal Grandma’s house deed and sell the old family home. Remember when you tricked me and I nearly didn’t make it back alive? You think I’ve forgotten all that?

When I was three, you talked about slipping me rat polson to get rid of me. At five, you tried to drown me in the well. By seven, you stole the tuition Grandma saved for me, forcing her to borrow money everywhere. Did you really think I’d forget?”

Confronted with Noella’s icy glare, the Fullers were visibly uneasy. How could this damn girl remember all those petty, ancient grievances?

Malcom Fuller, feeling guilty, mumbled. “Aren’t you still alive? Besides, what’s the point of a girl getting so much education.

That money would’ve been better spent on his grandson – the future of the family. In his eyes, girls shouldn’t be wasting time on books.

If Noella had died back then, Belinda could’ve had a shot at a second child, a boy, instead of ending up with no hope for the future.

Ellsworth, inexplicably intimidated by Noella, still choked out a defense. “We did it all for your own good. Your grandma wanted you to study, and look where that got you. Wouldn’t marrying

me have been better?”

Noella scoffed, her laugh as chilling as a specter’s, “The reason I’m still alive is a mystery, especially since it means you lot are still around, too. How unfortunate!”

She stepped forward and delivered two sharp slaps to the faces of the old Fuller couple, then grabbed Ellsworth by the head and dunked him into a pile of chicken droppings by the roadside.

“If you can’t speak nicely, then it’s time you cleaned your mouth out properly!”