CHapter 233


    The Schnabel family had a fall share of honnies and housekeepers, with a rotating crew just to


    manage the kitchen. Beckett, who was rarely home, couldn’t quite ce the name at first;


    1 remember now, she was initially brought in by Ashlyn because her cooking suits her taste And


    she’s been with us ever since.”


    Since Ashlyn and Marcel had divorced, and she wasn’t their biological grandmother, it wasn’t quite


    right to keep calling Ashlyn ‘Grandma‘


    Noelia nodded, getting the gist of who Queenie was


    Beckett thought for a moment. “I believe she hails from the same hometown as Ashlyn; they were


    even neighbors back in the day. She’s been with our family for years, taking care of Mom after she


    gave birth to us. What about her?”


    Noe didn’t keep Beckett in the dark


    1 think there’s something off about her, so I checked her phone records. She’s constantly in touch


    with Yvonne, and she’s been filming videos of our house and sending them out. She’s even got a


    bunch of followers on social media”


    Queenie had taken the unconventional route of sharing snippets of her life working for the


    Schnabels on social media and had amassed quite a following!


    “Filming is not allowed in the Schnabel family. Also, I’ve noticed somerge transactions in her bank


    ount. I looked through her online marketce profile, and she’s been selling our stuff,”


    Beckett was floored.


    Queenie had not only filmed and exposed the privacy of their family but was also secretly selling


    their items on second–hand tforms?


    Noe handed her phone to Beckett. There are so many things in our homes that it’s easy to lose


    track. Mom’s forgotten about a lot of them, and that’s how Queenie’s been able to sell them.”


    Items from the Schnabels were pricey, often unique and unavable for purchase elsewhere, which


    Queenie sold at half–price, quickly finding buyers. Whether it was Sienna’s designer bags, clothes,


    shoes, or even the family’s bonsai trees, garden stones, and kitchenware, everything was listed


    online.


    Beckett was shocked. That’s from my study! The vintage leather briefcase Grandpa Merrick gave


    now Queenie has sold it!”


    I never a


    got around to using it, and


    The leather briefcase, a gift from Merrick Horwich, was worth a small fortune, and Queenie had


    snapped it up for a mere thousand. A thousand wouldn’t even cover the cost of the briefcase’s


    recement strap!


    Noe opened Queenie’s social media ount. Almost daily. Queenie posted sneak peeks of the


    Schnabel family from her perspective. showcasing her mundane work life. This approach had


    earned Queenie a significant online following, with Sienna and Tristan’s faces even appearing in


    some of her clips.


    Grinding his teeth, Beckett said, ‘Filming is not allowed in our house, and it’s stipted in the


    contracts. With these videos, we can demandpensation! Noe, don’t worry, I will handle this.


    Come on, let’s go down to eat.”


    Noe followed Beckett into the living room, where Sienna was discussing the menu with Queenie.


    “Queenie, serve these dishes by Noe, and ce these tters near Beckett–they’re his


    favorites.”


    “Sure thing, ma’am.”


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    “I got a set of porcin dinnerwarest time. Bring it out tomorrow; it’ll match my outfit.”


    Hearing about the porcin dinnerware, Noe raised an eyebrow.


    Queenie’s hand visibly trembled


    That very set of porcin had been sold by Queenie just yesterday for twenty–five hundred, and


    soon it would be a prized possession in someone else’s disy cab.


    Queenie, unfazed, nodded in agreement to Sienna’s request


    Clearly, Queenie was a seasoned hand.


    Noe, keeping herposure, said, “Mom, Td love to see that porcin dinnerware too. Why


    don’t we use it today? Your outfit today would go perfectly with it”


    Sienna, d in a traditional dress, exuded ssical elegance. Her every gesture was filled with


    grace, indeed fitting for fine porcin


    At her daughter’s request, Sienna beamed and agreed. “Of course, anything you say, dear


    Queenie, didn’t you hear Noe? Hurry and change them.”


    Queenie was practically grinding her teeth in frustration


    What was Ms. Noe ying at? Who changes dinnerware right before the meal? It would ruin the


    food’s tastel Besides, she had already shipped the real dinnerware off. The knockoff she’d ordered


    online hadn’t arrived yet she had nothing to show!


    “Maam, the food’s already on the table. Changing now might make the gentlemen wait for their


    meal.”


    Using the gentlemen as a shield, surely they wouldn’t insist on bringing out the dinnerware now?


    Marcel waved dismissively, ncing over his newspaper. “If Noe wants new dinnerware, then


    change it. It’s not often she asks for something, and we should indulge her!”


    Sexton agreed wholeheartedly. His granddaughter–inw was such a gem–smart, beautiful, and


    considerate. Too considerate, in fact, a clear sign of Harriet’s fine upbringing. They were more than


    willing to fulfill any request Noe had. After all, it was just a matter of changing dinnerware. She


    wasn’t asking for the moon, so why not please her?


    Queenie felt like she was about to fain!!


    Only she knew that the cupboard was empty–that set of dinnerware didn’t exist. And now, with


    Sienna requesting it, where on earth would she get it from?


    “Ma’am, I’ve sent the dinnerware out for a polish. It won’t be back until tomorrow.”


    Noe nced up at Queenie, a puzzled frown knitting her brows. “But I thought our dinnerware


    was already sparkling when it arrived. Why send it out again?”


    “Oh, you see, Ms. Noe, the Schnabels aren’t just any family. When ites to dining, we have


    certain standards to uphold. Since you’ve taken an interest in that particr set, Ill make sure it’s


    delivered to us posthaste tomorrow.”


    Theer of Noe’s mouth twitched into a sardonic smile. Is that so? I’m just worried that you,


    dear Queenie, won’t be able toy your hands on that set at all, considering it might already be


    halfway to Linefort City with the way shipping and logistics are these days.”


    Queenie’s eyes widened in shock, her gaze fixed on Noe.


    How on earth did Noe know she had sold the dinnerware to a buyer in that city?


    Sienna, looking confused, chimed in, “Noe, what are you talking about? What’s happened to the


    dinnerware?”


    Noe shot a nce at Queenie. “That set has been sold by our very own Queenie.


    Panic flickered in Queenie’s eyes as she began to bluster. “Ms. Noe, you can’t just nder me


    like that! Without proof, how can you use me of such a thing? I’ve been a part of the Schnabel


    family even longer than you!”


    Proof, as it happened, was something Noe had in spades. She handed her phone to Sienna,


    disying a page filled with Queenie’s recent sessful sales of second hand treasures.


    Sienna’s eyes immediately recognized several items.


    “My pearl ne that I’ve been searching for high and low! You just up and sold it? We have been


    nothing but good to you! How could we have nurtured such an ingrate!”