Chapter 147
The exhibition hall was the one that Noe had heard the workers mentioningst night, which
had been tampered with.
Perhaps in an attempt to deflect suspicion and clear her own name, Petra had sabotaged the materials
used in the exhibit overseen by Travis.
All it took was finding the central stress point of a load–bearing pir and giving it a gentle nudge. Then
the already hollow materials of the structure would copse, just as they had before them.
The employees summoned by Noe stood around, their faces a mask of confusion.
What exactly had happened?
Thankfully, the gallery wasn’t open to the public yet. If this disaster had urred during visiting hours,
the reputation of the gallery would have been in ruins!
Travis’s legs shook uncontrobly, trembling like the dust settling around the wreckage.
“What…what on earth has happened? I swear I didn’t know, Ms. Schnabel! You have to believe me; I
had no idea there was anything wrong with the exhibition hall.”
Noe spoke evenly. “You’re in charge of this ce. Travis. As the head, you im ignorance about the
ws? Have you even inspected this ce since its construction?”
“I…I’ve been busy with other things. You have no idea how many tasks we have to manage daily at the
gallery, Ms. Schnabel. I simply couldn’t keep track of everything.”
Noe let out a coldugh, her gaze falling on the ruins before her. “I’ll be calling the police to handle
this matter.“,
This disaster was just the fallout of the internal squabble between Travis and Petra, with the Gruber
family cunningly taking advantage of the chaos.
“You engage in petty power struggles and let others pay the price. You flex your muscles. before the
staff, forcing them to take sides. If I’m not mistaken, wasn’t Dalia previously an intern under Petra?”
Travis’s torment of Dalia was solely for his own selfish desires! Bullying a fresh graduate intern -what
kind of game was that?
“Ms. Schnabel! I truly had no knowledge of this; please don’t let the police take me away. The gallery
has so many issues that need my attention; even if I haven’t made many achievements, I still deserve
some credit for my years of service here!”
Noe’s expression remained impassive.
“I know this particr incident isn’t your doing, but what about the other things? Those incriminating
files on Petra – you sent them to my inbox, didn’t you? Unfortunately for you,
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Petra also sent me a file on your misdeeds. There’s no need to exin anything further to me.” Travis
had been siphoning funds, oppressing the staff, allowing for wage deductions that wound up in his
pocket, even skimming from their benefits and pension contributions.
And the worst part? These young employees, fresh out of college, unaware of their right tobor
arbitration, brainwashed by Travis’s talk of making sacrifices for the gallery, for the sake of art. Tristan
had highlighted these issues yesterday without putting it in a direct manner, leaving them for Noe to
handle.
After all, the gallery was her inheritance now, and Tristan wouldn’t interfere too much. Tristan had it all
nned out. If Noe hadn’t noticed these issues, he would have quietly taken care of things, ensuring
his daughter’s happiness wasn’t disturbed.
“Ms. Schnabel…you can’t do this. I’m innocent!”
“Let the police decide if you’re innocent or not,” Noe turned her attention away and handed him over
to the waiting officers before walking into her office.
At the office entrance, a group of nervous employees huddled together. Although Travis had made their
lives miserable, seeing Ms. Schnabel swiftly deal with both Travis and Petra, the gallery managers, had
them anxious that they might be next.
Noe looked up, her expression stern.
“Who’s the assistant manager?”
A man raised his hand from the crowd. “Ms. Schnabel, that would be me, Jarred.”
“Good. From now on, you’ll temporarily take over all of Travis’s duties. Make sure topile a report of
any actions he’s taken that have harmed thepany. You can handle that, right?”
“Yes! Thank you, Ms. Schnabel, for this opportunity!”
Jarred could scarcely believe he was being promoted. Always suppressed by Travis, he never even
had the chance to speak to Noe. Travis was terrified that his staff might curry favor with Noe and
encroach on his power. Now, Ms. Schnabel had ced the power directly in his hands.
“And who’s the assistant manager responsible for the exhibition galleries?:
“That’s me; my name is Nyssa.”
“From now on, you’ll take over Petra’s duties. Whether you secure your position depends on your
performance.”
Nyssa was visibly excited, vowing with conviction, “You can count on me, Ms. Schnabel. I’ll prove
myself!”
After twenty years at the gallery and seeing her designs imed by Petra as her own, no one
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was more familiar with setting up galleries than her.
Noe appointed a few new positions, revitalizing the once dispirited staff.
“Onest thing. We’re closed for the day. The police will confiscate all our paints and canvases for
testing. I suspect someone has spread poison in them.”
Spread poison?
Nyssa was taken aback, “Ms. Schnabel, why would someone do that? We use those canvases and
paints every day!”
If there really was poison, then no one in the gallery could escape unscathed.
“Don’t worry, just cooperate with the investigation.” Noe had already checked this morning. The
tainted supplies hadn’t been used, and the existing artworks in the gallery were safe.
The police soon returned with their report.
*Ms. Schnabel, we found significant amounts of sarin, or isopropyl methylphosphonofluoridate, in your
gallery’s paints, and there are various toxic chemicals in the canvases. Even your office’s drinking
water contains traces of these substances, which could be lethal if ingested.”
The employees in the room gasped in shock. Not only had the paints and canvases been poisoned, but
even Ms. Schnabel’s office water wasn’t safe?
Who could have been so brazen? It was a sheer act of madness!
Noe had anticipated which items would bepromised and merely wanted to verify the
extent.
“Thank you. We’ll cooperate with the investigation and rece these materials as soon as possible.”
After recording the data and securing all surveince backups, Noe sent the police on their way and
turned to face Nyssa and Jarred.
“Everything squared away?”
“All set! The paints and canvases are gone, though we lost some of the surveince footage. But we
recovered most of it.”
The staff at the gallery hadpletely changed their tune about her!
Ms. Schnabel wasn’t just a mentee of the renowned Master Killian; he was also the epitome of poise
and grace.
Even in the face of such an incident, she remained cool as a cucumber. She helped with the police
investigation and even took the time tofort the shaken staff, quickly bing their pir of
support.
Everyone’s gaze seemed to instinctively follow Noe as she moved. Her lean, confident silhouette
stood at the gallery’s entrance, hands casually tucked in her pockets, with her hair,
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reminiscent of a morning mist, billowing in the breeze. Her presence was nothing short of regal!
Noe spoke with an air of nonchnce.
“Take the day off, everyone. Go home and rest. You’ll get paid as usual I want you to tidy up all the
records and data. I expect to see a revitalized gallery. No more backstabbing or employee exploitation.
I won’t stand for it.”
“Yes. Ms. Schnabell We understand loud and clear!”
Meanwhile, Yvonne, bundled up to the nines, hopped into a car parked on the curb, her eyes. darting
about as if afraid of being spotted.
Walden looked at her with disdain, “Ms. Schnabel what’s with the cloak–and–dagger act? What are you
afraid of?”
Yvonne clenched her teeth, “Walden, what I’m about to give you is critically important. It absolutely
must not fall into the wrong hands!”