Chapter 234
Sienna’s hands trembled with rage as she stared at her phone.
Marcel’s only offspring was Tristan, and with most of the extended family away from Imperial City,
Sienna had been the one calling the shots since Ashlyn moved out. Their household wasn’t strict, and
Sienna had always been kind to the staff. But beneath her watchful eye, a snake had been lurking
Queenie stumbled several steps back, legs quaking, yet her mouth ran with defiance. “Madam, Ashlyn
instructed me to take those items, it wasn’t my doing…
The videos she had been filming mostly featured the Schnabel Mansion, particrly the part where
Ashlyn used to live. Noe smirked slightly “The money on your statements has been funneled to your
son, not a dime went into Ashlyn’s pockets.” Queenie had been selling off the Schnabel family
treasures at bargain prices. With Ashlyn and Marcel’s divorce, the old house was even more deserted,
and the missing items became more apparent. As the thefts piled up, so did the money in Queenie’s
ounts.
“No big deal, Queenie,” Noe said coolly. “Your son and his wife just bought a fancy downtown
apartment in Imperial Cityst month, without even having jobs. Relying on your support to purchase a
property at a hundred thousand per square foot, your husband and sons don’t work; you’ve been
carrying quite the burden, haven’t you?”
Queenie had more than one son, and the fact that each could afford a downtown Imperial City
apartment outright was a testament to her “hard work“. But the nature of that hard work was something
only Queenie knew too well.
Having had it so easy at the Schnabels for years, she’d allowed her sons to quit their jobs. If she lost
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survive?
“Madam, please, don’t fire me. I was forced into this. Every time I sold something. I gave arge cut to
Ashlyn! She made me do it!”
Sienna’s fury was palpable. “Save your excuses for the police!”
Queenie knew Sienna only listened to Noe these days. If Noe spoke for her, Sienna wouldn’t be
too harsh on her.
She knelt toward’s Noe, bowing her head repeatedly and muttering pleas. “Ms, Noe, I didn’t do it
on purpose. I beg you, don’t send me to jail. I’m old, and I raised the young masters anddies…”
Noe raised an eyebrow. “The only one you raised was Yvonne, and she’s a ‘Gruber now, not a
Schnabel. As for jail, it seems like the best ce for you right now.”
Queenie’s social media ounts had vanished, and those who shared her videos were being
contacted by the Schnabel Group for removal.
Beckett, massaging his temples, said coldly. “The police are waiting for you. The properties bought with
illegal money will be reimed by the Schnabels. Tell your sons to im a spot under the bridge while
they can.”
Queenie copsed on the floor!
“No, please! I’ve served the Schnabels for years, I beg of you, don’t do this. It was Ms. Yvonne’s idea,
and Ashlyn’s. I’m innocent!”
Noe said, “Let the police bring Yvonne and Ashlyn for questioning too. It’s time to clean house.”
Noe’s gaze swept over the row of servants. “Queenie was dirty; you might want to clean your own
hands.”
The servants panicked at the thought of being investigated.
“Madam, this house is still under your rule. Ms. Noe just got back, and she’s already trying to step
over you…”
“Exactly, Madam. We’ve served for years and deserve better than this. If we’re investigated, it will
shake our faith.”
“Ms. Noe is a country bumpkin; she knows nothing of the Schnabel’s ways…”
Sienna, exhausted, rubbed her temples and snapped, “What my daughter says, goes! You might not
listen to me, but you must heed Noel This house belongs to Noe; we’re merely living under her
grace. Whatever she decides, we’ll abide by it! She is a Schnabel. If you disrespect Noe in front of
me, what would you do if I weren’t here? Lay hands on her?”
Tristan chimed in, “Exactly I’d be happy even if Noe stepped on my head!”
He regretted not being able to raise Noe, never experiencing the tender moments of a father lifting
his daughter on his shoulders to watch fireworks. ra was always mature, preferring to study and
dismissing such activities as childish. Tristan never knew what it was like to have a sweet, soft
daughter to cherish.
alty to the The police arrived promptly, taking ay a group of servants. Even the driver, Wren, went
along, iming innocence and loyalty to t family.
Sienna sat down at the dining table, sighing. “This mess has happened under my watch”
If it hadn’t been for Noe stumbling upon the secretive antics of Queenie, she would’ve remained
utterly clueless.
Sienna had been the apple of her parents, Merrick and Freya’s, eye, and after tying the knot, Tristan
had catered to her every need. Her
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greatest challenge had been dealing with Ashlyn, which, at its core, was a testament to her forgiving
and broad–minded nature.
Marcel set aside the newspaper he’d been reading and removed his reading sses, his sharp and
prating eyes softened with affection.
“All right, it’s all small potatoes. Water under the bridge now From here on out, we’ll let the kids call the
shots when ites to family
matters.”
Sienna was an exemry daughter–inw, and Marcel often thought that if his son hadn’t been so
shameless and persistently wooing her, he wouldn’t have stood a chance with someone like Sienna.
How was it that both he and Hamlet, sharp as tacks, had managed to raise a son who was all show
and no substance?
“Sienna, you’ve had it rough, and none of this mess is your fault! You can’t see into people’s hearts–
kindness doesn’t always beget kindness. Noe handled this beautifully, and I’m delegating all things in
Serene Haven to her from now on. You, Sienna, deserve a break” Over the years, Marcel had seen his
fair share of those with honey on their lips and daggers in their hearts. He had watched Noe handle
the situation with a keen eye, recognizing that his granddaughter had more resilience than Sienna,
more brains than Tristan, and knew when to advance or retreat
This granddaughter was simply perfect!
A true chip off the old block, Harriet’s upbringing had done wonders!