The Killer Queen (Noella Briony)

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?"NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

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."

Smiles spread across the faces of the guests.

"Mr. Pollack, you're too modest. You and the young miss are a match made in heaven!"

"A couple as perfect as you two is rare..."

An invitation to the Pollack family's banquet was highly coveted, offering not just a social gathering but also business opportunities.

And who would dare cross the Schnabels and the Pollacks for the Patels? They simply weren't worth it.

As the Schnabels departed, the guests followed, leaving the banquet hall deserted in under half an hour.

Ms. Patel, staring at the empty hall, was speechless.

"Grandma... what just happened?"

Pearl took a deep breath and fainted from the sheer rage and shock.

The butler was in a flurry of panic, "Quick, get in touch with the old man...the Schnabel family is going to bethe death of our dear Mrs.

Schnabel!"

Ms. Patel was crying as she made the call, her voice filled with anguish.

"Grandpa, grandma's been driven to her grave!"

"What did you say? Dead? Speak clearly!"

It took Ms. Patel a moment to explain everything, and the elder on the other end just nodded.

"I understand, make sure your grandma gets some proper rest."

After hanging up, Connor Baker frowned at the wall in front of him, plastered with records of various activities of the Schnabel family members!

The wall was densely packed with details about the Schnabel family, including their favorite dishes.

"Where is the weakness in the Schnabel family..."

It didn't make sense to him; he had done so much, yet the Schnabel family remained unscathed!

What was going wrong?

Beside him, Magee bowed slightly, "Beckett, we'll try everything one by one; the Schnabel family can't be unbreakable!"

"Tell Dillon to step it up."

"Understood!"

At the Schnabel Manor in Serene HavenPhoenix Tower, Tristan rushed back, dropped his luggage, and entered the living room in beach shorts and sunglasses, only to be greeted by Marcel with a cane.

"Go change your clothes! You're an eyesore like that!"

"Aw, Dad, I'm this old and I still don't have the freedom to dress as I please?"

Tristan dodged and ran off to change, his voice full of grievance.

Wasn't he just too worried about his family, rushing back on the earliest private flight available?

Who knew he'd be greeted with a beating before even getting a drink of water!

Marcel was irritated seeing Tristan like that.

The man was about to be a grandfather and still lacked seriousness.

That purple-red Mohawk, anyone would think we've rolled back to the millennium!

When Tristan came back down dressed properly, the living room was already set up with information on the Patel family.

Noella was sitting cross-legged on the floor, her long hair pinned up elegantly yet casually.

Pointing to the documents beside her, she began, "The Patel family's covert operations have all been managed by Connor, who's moved them to the borderlines over the years."

All of Connor's movements were laid out in detail!

Stirling was shocked, "Noella, where on earth did you find all this information?"