The Killer Queen

In the depths of the Shadow Dragon Society, deceit was as common as the air they breathed. Some members had openly thrown their support behind Larson, hastening to curry favor with him once he ascended to the presidency of the Pollack Group.

Recently, Malvina found herself in a tight spot, her situation far from as rosy as it appeared.

Noella spoke up, her voice calm. “If you need help, just head down to the fight club and look for Alioth and the crew.”

“They’ve already done so much for me! Some things, I’ve got to handle on my own.”

Malvina was well aware that her grip on a significant portion of the Shadow Dragon Society was largely due to Noella’s covert assistance. Without the protection of the folks from the fight club, she might not have had the chance to crawl back to Ulrich every time!

At this, Malvina felt a wave of despondency, hugging Noella tightly, burying her head in her embrace.

“Lucky I’m always on my toes! Otherwise, I’d have been done for by now! Arthur was about to be executed, and he even wanted me to witness it. Noella, darling, would you come with me?”

The verdict for the Gruber family had just been passed down; Arthur and Yates were sentenced to death, while Walden received a lighter sentence due to his minimal involvement in the core affairs of the Gruber family.

“If you want to go, I’ll be with you.”

Malvina showered Noella’s face with kisses!

“Let’s go tomorrow then! Noella, darling, what brings you to the hospital?”

1

Noella glanced up at Calvin, who had just finished his rounds. Flanked by a procession of doctors, he was briefing a colleague on some details.

“I’m here for him.”

Professor Calvin had an appointment with Lavinia for a follow–up today and had invited Noella to join.

Calvin felt fortunate for the rare interest Noella showed in a patient. He sometimes felt intellectually dwarfed by Noella and Ulrich’s analysis, almost as if his IQ was being ground into the dust by the brilliance of the Schnabel family.

Noella was a medical prodigy!

If only she wasn’t so averse to drawing attention to herself, Calvin doubted he’d have had the chance to be involved in her research projects.

Turning around, Noella saw a middle–aged man stumbling out of a room, rushing up to hug Calvin’s leg!

“Professor Calvin! My feelings for you are genuine! Please, give us a chance!”

An awkward silence fell over the onlookers.

Calvin, struggling to keep his pants up without being pulled down, turned beet red.

“I’m married!”

The patient grew even more agitated. “I know, but I don’t want to be your wife! I’ll be your husband!”

10:18

Calvin searched his mind for words that could rebuff the patient without wounding his dignity. After a long pause, he managed, “I’m not into men.”

The patient’s face, flushed with high altitude red, was full of reproach. “If you’re not interested, why did you check out my backside?”

Calvin was at a loss for words. “You’re a proctology patient. How am I supposed to treat you without checking?”

The patient was relentless, demanding Calvin take responsibility. The surrounding doctors quickly intervened to separate them.

Malvina, watching the scene unfold, recognized the mummy guy helping the patient. Wasn’t he the same one who had harassed her earlier?

“Birds of a feather flock together, huh…”

Calvin, his face a shade of crimson, had not expected such a situation in years, especially not in front of Noella, which made him feel utterly embarrassed. Approaching Noella and Malvina, who were trying hard not to laugh, Calvin resigned himself. “Go ahead, laugh if you want!”

His years in the field hadn’t spared him from encountering such patients!

Sensing the gaze upon him, the mummy guy turned to see Malvina and rushed over, his attention fixated on Noella.

“Are you Noella? I’m your brother!”

Noella frowned, stepping back with Malvina without making a sound.

“I’m Vincent’s son, your brother, Harry Lambert!”

Harry’s excitement at seeing Noella was palpable. Had Vincent not informed him just days ago that the Lambert family’s disregarded adopted daughter, Noella, was actually the daughter of the Schnabel family, Harry might not have recognized her.

Noella’s eyes were cold. “I don’t know you.”

Undeterred, Harry was desperate. Vincent’s bankruptcy had left him penniless, and now that he had found Noella, he was not about to let her go.

Harry observed Noella from head to toe. She was exceptionally beautiful, indeed bearing no resemblance. to anyone from the Lambert family.

“Noella, darling, Dad even sent me a video of going to you at Serene Haven. I couldn’t possibly mistake you!” This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

His words hinted at a threat. If Noella refused to acknowledge him, he’d leak the video and ruin her.

“Perhaps we should talk in the emergency exit? It’s more private.”

“That sounds appropriate.” Noella agreed, knowing the emergency exit lacked surveillance–a perfect spot for a discreet conversation.

Harry had underestimated Noella, assuming her delicate appearance meant she was weak.

Malvina fully understood Noella’s capabilities but couldn’t help but caution, “Be careful, alright? Don’t get your dress dirty.”

10:18

“Sure, I’ll be back in no time.”

As Harry and Noella stepped through the security door and it shut behind them, Calvin started to fret.

“How could you just let her go off with some guy we barely know? What if something happens? How am I supposed to explain this to Marcel?”

The more Calvin thought about it, the more anxious he became, so he hurried off to make some calls for

backup.

Inside the emergency exit, Noella faced Harry and rubbed her wrists.

“To be honest, I really wanted to leave the Lamberts alone, but you guys just keep pestering me. It’s truly

annoying.”

Mistaking Noella’s calm demeanor for fear, Harry confidently made his demands.

“Look, Noella, all I need is for the Schnabels to hook me up with a cushy job. Nothing too strenuous, just a CEO position at the Schnabel Group, and maybe toss a few companies my way to manage. That’s not asking too much of the Schnabels, right?”

“Oh, and that beauty you hang out with? I’m quite taken with her too. Marrying her might be out of my league, but a little fling wouldn’t hurt…”

Before Harry could continue, Noella’s fist connected with his face, and before he could even scream, her next punch hit his throat, silencing the cry that had reached his

tips.

Gazing down at Harry as he tumbled down the stairs, Noella’s eyes were filled with utter disdain and

coldness.

“Disgusting. It seems the things that displease me truly deserve their fate.”

It was clear, her past restraint only served to embolden people like him.,

Noella descended the stairs, step by step, towards the now terrified Harry, with a smile reminiscent of a queen from the underworld.

“What was that you were saying? I didn’t quite catch it. Maybe you’d like to repeat it?”

Harry shook his head frantically. “No, no, if you lay a hand on me, my backer won’t let you off! Even the Schnabels can’t afford to mess with him!”