The Killer Queen (Noella Briony)

Garrick showing up didn’t exactly surprise Marcel. Given their shared history, it was only natural for Garrick to pay his respects to Harriet.

Still, his disheveled appearance did make Marcel chuckle. Did Garrick really think looking like a mess would win Harriet’s sympathy from beyond the grave?

At his age. still playing these pointless games!

Garrick's gaze, cold and biting, landed on Noella.

“Marcel, what a piece of work your granddaughter is!

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Ulrich, with a gentle smile, said, “Wondering what brings Garrick here. If it's your eyesight failing, I can get you an appointment at our clinic!” Stirling waved his hand, and the security guards around the cemetery focused on Garrick.

Jasper straightforwardly said, “Garrick’s supposed to be a role model, right? Save the snide remarks. Our Noella's not in the best of health, and she’s timid. What if she gets scared?

Palmer, holding Noella's hand, looked at Garrick with a frosty gaze.

“Garrick, now you're stooping to intimidate a young girl?"

Garrick was seething, faced with the united front of the Schnabel family!

He hadn't seen Noella in action. Which frail, timid girl could set a trap as elaborate as hers, complete with a snake pit? This wasn’t some delicate princess; this was a dark-hearted schemer!

And yet. the Schnabels protected her as if she were a precious gem.

“You have no idea what that girl has done!” Garrick started to say.

Noella, calm as ever, interjected, “Garrick, would you really air school laundry in front of my grandmother? The departed may be gone, but they’re not blind to the living’s actions, Garrick. Grandma saw it all.” Garrick swallowed his words.

Noella continued, “Twisting the truth at school is one thing, but in front of my grandma’s memorial?”

Marcel chimed in, “Garrick, if you're here to mourn Harriet. fine. But if you're here for Noella, you might as well leave. The Schnabel family doesn't welcome your kind.”

That was an eviction notice if ever there was one.

“Marcel, I’m here to claim Harriet!” Garrick declared, stunning everyone.

Tristan frowned. “My mother's already laid to rest. Where exactly are you planning to take her?”

Garrick brushed the dirt off his clothes.

“I was once Harriet’s husband. It's only right I take her.”

The silence that followed was eerie.

Ulrich, with a complex look, said, "Garrick doesn't seem mentally ill... What kind of nonsense is he spouting?” Garrick, claiming to be Harriet's husband to take her away, had everyone’s jaw on the floor.

Garrick pulled out an old, stamped marriage certificate from his pocket, bearing his and Harriet’s names. “I'm here for my lawful wife. Any objections?

The Schnabel family was wide-eyed.

Marcel stood up, staring at the marriage certificate. Back then. marriage paperwork was a hassle, but those names were unmistakably Harriet and Garrick's.

“How do we know this is legit?” Noella asked coldly. "Forgery is easy these days. And if Grandma was your wife, why haven’t we seen you before?" “I thought Harriet was dead, that's why I didn’t come looking!”

“But you saw Grandma a few years back. Why not mention your marriage then? Or did you forget, suffering from dementia?”

Garrick was at a loss for words.

His eyes shifted to Noella. “How did you know I saw Harriet years ago... Did she tell you?’

“That's irrelevant. What matters is, no one’s taking her today, Garrick. Think carefully.”

Faced with Noella’s fury, Garrick knew he had truly angered her.

“You want to be enemies? Noella, join me, and the world will bow to our willl

His proposal was met with Noella’s scorn.

“Us? I wouldn't associate with someone like you.

Grandma partnered with you, and look where that got her. Grandpa Lucian did too, only to become your pawn. With such examples, why would I join you?”

Harriet and Lucian had been Garrick’s allies, and their fates were tragic. Garrick clenched his jaw. “Their departures were their choices. Had they stayed in my lab, none of this would've happened. Noella had no intention of reasoning with Garrick. Anyone capable of running a project as horrific as Polaris Star was beyond redemption.

Tristan stepped forward, his resolve evident.

"Garrick, you show up with a document that could be a total fake, thinking yourtan just waltz out of . here witkremy mom's remains? Not happening, buddy! If you even think aboutYaying a finger on her, thé Schnabel family won't hesitate to raake you a permanent resident of this place.” ike)

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"My mom went through hell and back when she was younger, and now you want to take her ashes? Plus, I'll have you exposed! A principal of Imperial University should never be someone like you!"

Garrick gave the document in his hand a nervous flick.

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The Schnabel family stood there, jaws practically hitting the floor. Everything happened so fast, they barely had time to react! Elara gently tugged at Horatio's robe, "Master, how did you know a monkey would come? Do you know it?”

Horatio, with a serene glance withdrawing from his sleeve, rested his pale. delicate fingers on the fabric, seemingly troubled by more than just the garment.

"I heard their chatter. We have quite a few monkey troops around the Dragon Monastery: I'm quite familiar with them."

"Them?"