The Killer Queen (Noella Briony)



Just stepping out from the Azure backstage, Kitai walked in holding a package.

"Boss, your package."

These days, receiving snail mail was a rarity.

Upon opening it, the flamboyant handwriting danced across the page.

【Congrats on the engagement. The gift will arrive soon. Cheers, 7-Slayer.】

Noella raised an eyebrow.

"If they wanted to send a gift, they could've just sent it directly. Making such a big fuss, how embarrassing."

Kitai scratched his head, "Boss, what's he trying to do? Provoke?"

"7-Slayer is a stickler for details, just a bit old and losing his marbles."

Nonchalantly tossing the package into the trash, Noella was unfazed.

Not giving the matter a second thought!

Kitai looked worried, "This guy is cunning, always has something up his sleeve."

Noella responded coolly, "No worries, I'll outlive him."

After all, 7-Slayer was practically one foot in the grave!

"Tell Ivan to kick off the plan with BaldPeak."

"You got it!"

Meanwhile, Ivan, having ventured deep into the wilderness, received a signal from Polaris Star through a special means. "Heh, time for a big score!"

...

On the other side.

The Baker Group was leveled overnight, all their equipment destroyed!

Millie, hearing the commotion next door, sighed.

"If this was in Imperial City, I'd have filed a noise complaint. What, trying to cover their tracks?"

But out here, noise complaints were unheard of.

Bombed? So what?

Jasper wiped the dust off his face.

"Not exactly. Criminal outfits don't want their gear getting confiscated. Take drugs, for example, the most crucial things are the recipes, the machinery, and the know-how. Losing people is one thing, but the gear? That's a major loss."

In other words, they wouldn't let their own stuff end up as dowries for others.

"The charges are inevitable. For them, it's all the same, whether it's one charge or ten, execution by firing squad once or ten times."

Millie put down her binoculars.

At the edge of the desert, a rugged jeep slowly made its way toward Lockhart Prison!

Seeing the emblem on the jeep, Millie frowned, "Have you seen this organization before, sir?"

Jasper nodded, "A special operations group from up top. When I left Northstone, it was with their help."

The flag of Lockhart Prison fell, granting the vehicle entry.

Magee handed over some documents to Millie.

"Boss, they're here to take a few prisoners."

There were about a dozen names on the list.

"As long as the paperwork's in order, let them take them."

Leaving Lockhart Prison, other than in a body bag, meant going through the proper channels!

After the prisoner transfer, the middle-aged man in the jeep removed his hood and breathed deeply.

"Freedom, sweet freedom. Just like God and his followers, we all love freedom!"

Another prisoner remarked, "Boss sending us out now doesn't seem right."

"Who cares, being out is all that matters. What about Thorpe?"

The driver spoke up, "He betrayed the boss."

Tandy chuckled.

"What a shame, thought we'd be reunited soon."

The driver coldly added, "You can reunite in hell."

"The boss didn't spring you to live it up. Our mission is to reclaim Polaris Star. Such a grand organization shouldn't be in the hands of some girl. Ridiculous!"

Tandy and Hollis exchanged glances.

"Indeed, God wouldn't allow such a mistake."

As the jeep left the jurisdiction, none of the prisoners spoke.

Tandy rubbed his leg, "Been feeling off lately, wonder if my body's started to rot, given how easy we had it inside."

Hollis slowly nodded.

"Yeah, we should get back in shape, can't serve the boss with rusty skills. She'd surely despise us."

"Thorpe, lucky bastard..."

Suddenly, the driver's eyes widened!

Before he could react, a blade pierced his throat, his body tossed into the desert sands!

The jeep echoed with Hollis and Tandy's wild laughter!

...

At Rising Glory Group, in Beckett's office.

Ulrich, wearing a lab coat and smelling of disinfectant and formalin, approached like a detached scientist, keeping people at bay.

Resting his hands on Beckett's desk, Ulrich frowned, "Beckett, I've got a question."

"Shoot."

Setting down his pen, Beckett looked up seriously.

Ulrich hesitated, "No matter what, Noella's our sister, right?"

"Of course! Even if you weren't my brother, Noella would still be my sister!"

Ulrich: "...No need to be that harsh."

Beckett asked sternly, "What's up?"

"Beckett, what if I told you Noella has been dabbling in dangerous activities? You wouldn't disown her, right? If you disown her, I'll takeNôvelDrama.Org content rights.

Noella and live separately with Malvina! I'll take care of her

"Are you out of your mind?"

Beckett added, "Looking at it now, if you were to live separately, she'd be taking care of you."

Noella was far wealthier than Ulrich!

Ulrich was just a doctor, living off research grants and Schnabel family dividends. Compared to Noella's empire, he couldn't hold a candle!

Ulrich composed himself.

"Beckett, Noella is the number one assassin on the deep web, Wise Fool!"

Beckett's belongings crashed to the floor!

"What? Are you serious?"

Ulrich whipped out his smartphone, bringing up the top message from the depths of the dark web and shoved it under Beckett's nose.

【Public Announcement: The true identity of Wise Fool, from Capitol Hill, Ms. Schnabel, Noella.】

【Bounty Alert: Eliminate Wise Fool, reward: $50 million!)

Beckett scrutinized the message, his eyes widening as he spotted Noella's photo posted there!

It was a photo taken at Noella's birthday party, organized by the Schnabel family!

"Damn, who was so shameless as to leak this info? This is outrageous!"

Ulrich's initial reaction was to gauge Beckett's concern for Noella's safety, which somewhat relieved him.

"Beckett, don't let this change your

feelings for Noella. She's always been our guardian angel! Remember when Grandpa and Stirling were ambushed? It was Noella who saved them!"

"Noella has always loved us deeply!"

Beckett responded with a swift kick to Ulrich.

"Shut it! Since when do I need your opinion on Noella? The priority now is to keep this from Palmer!"

If Palmer found out about Noella's secret identity and they had a fallout, what then?

Best to keep it under wraps for now!

Just then, a knock sounded at the office door, and there stood Noella, peering in at her two brothers huddled together.

"Beckett, Ulrich, what are you two whispering about? What's this secret you're keeping from Palmer?"