The Killer Queen

Outside the lab, Elara, with her unruly hair that hadn’t seen a comb in days, squatted on the ground, her short locks a tangled mess from constant scratching.

Not far behind her stood the head of the lab.

*Elara, we admit the lab’s at fault here. We’ll straighten things out with the staff. You can’t just think about resigning every time something goes wrong!”

Elara’s talent in research was well–recognized in the field. Her rise to her current position at such a young age was certainly helped along by the Schnabel family’s support, but it was also due to her own hard work and intelligence.

Even among prodigies, Elara stood out!

“I won’t approve your resignation! Both personally and for the sake of our country, we need you to stay and shine in your role!” His words were eamest and sincere.

Elara dusted off her hands and stood up, pointing at a formula on the ground. “Boss, I recalculated that data from before, and it’s

correct.”

The head of the lab was taken aback! He thought Elara was just doodling in the dirt out of frustration, cursing those responsible. But she was actually recalculating data?

“Boss, I came here because the lab’s research aligns with my expertise, not to get caught up in petty squabbles.”

She glanced indifferently at her sweating boss.

*I’m not resigning on a whim. It’s just that my sister told me there’s no need to put up with nonsense. People were insulting me to my face. Was I not supposed to respond? They’re idiots, and I’m supposed to just take it? Why?”

The boss was at a loss for words. Indeed, he had asked Elara to be more tolerant towards the new interns, but wasn’t that just how things work? With Elara’s family background, she shouldn’t have to bother with those fresh graduates!

Elara kicked her suitcase beside her. “Sorry, but they’re older than me! It’s their first time being human, and I’m not here to play daddy. If the lab can’t handle this, then maybe you’re not up to the job.”

To openly tell the boss he’s incompetent, Elara was the first.

The boss grew angry. “Elara, what do you mean by this? Don’t think just because you have the Schnabel family behind you, you can do whatever you want in the scientific community! Those are just newly graduated students; they may be clueless, but why are you acting clueless as well? Our research lab has been turned into a mess. Now come back with me to the meeting, and I might let this slide!”

Elara rolled her eyes.

She saw the Cullinan parked not far away, with Beckett stepping out and walking towards her.

The lab head’s gaze flickered. He knew Beckett, but he hadn’t expected him to show up over such a trivial matter!

Wasn’t Elara just an adopted daughter of the Schnabel family?

Beckett approached, asked no questions, grabbed Elara’s suitcase and her hand. “Let’s go home.”

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“Okay!”

As they drove away, leaving the lab head behind without a second glance, Beckett asked, “What happened?”

Elara sniffled, trying to act nonchalant as she shrugged. “A few interns told me to get lost right to my face. No big deal, but they stole my unpublished research data, claiming there were issues with it and that I didn’t deserve my position.”

These interns, fueled by some brazen background, were extremely offensive in their remarks. They even claimed that Elara was an unwanted child by the Schnabel family, desperate and clinging to them, trying to steal Ms. Schnabel’s belongings. They suggested that her own parents didn’t want her and called her a wild child.

After sharing this, Elara hung her head, her voice muffled and low. “Sorry for the trouble, Beckett.”

Beckett frowned, his voice stern. “When did this start? How long has it been going on? Why didn’t you tell us?”

“It started as soon as I joined the lab. I didn’t want to cause any trouble for the family…”

“What do you mean trouble? If you consider me your brother, then don’t talk like that! I’ll get in touch with your supervisor. I’ll handle this!”

“Thanks, Beckett.”

Elara’s spirits were low, her eyes red as if she’d been crying. Seeing her like this, Beckett felt a headache coming on. Elara wasn’t much older than Noella, still a kid in many ways, needing her family’s support, yet she bore everything on her own.

But all he did was pat Elara’s head, saying nothing.

10:28

Maybe it was time to have a serious talk with the Pollack family about this!

The roar of the helicopter swept across Glen Village, stirring up a storm.

Noella removed her helmet and unbuckled her safety belt, her cool gaze tinged with complexity.

Stepping out of the college gates, she saw Palmer waiting and realized his car hadn’t moved all morning!

When had he become so free as to wait for her all day?

Then, hearing she needed to return to Glen Village, Palmer insisted on coming along!

Seeing Palmer instruct Annie to inform Beckett, Noella swallowed her initial refusal.

Knowing she was with Palmer would indeed make the Schnabel family feel more at ease.

Palmer, nursing an injury, had Noella as his pilot on the way.

Upon disembarking, Nolan was there to greet them.

“Boss, your brother’s been staying at Verdant Garden for the shoot, but a couple of days ago, some overzealous fans showed up.”

Stirling, a superstar in the entertainment industry with millions of fans, indeed attracted numerous obsessed followers. If not for the weight of the Schnabel family name, which those fans dared not

provoke, they might have even shown up at their doorstep.

Sienna mentioned that in Stirling’s early days, fans would camp outside the Schnabel family home!

Stirling’s agent, upon seeing Noella, felt like he had seen a lifeline!

“Ms. Noella, those hardcore fans must have found out that Stirling was filming in the countryside, where security isn’t as tight as in the city. They actually sneaked around the vicinity of Verdant Garden, and someone even climbed up to the roof from a tree in the middle of the night.” Content © NôvelDrama.Org.

Verdant Garden was an old house, not very tall, so climbing up to the rooms via the roof at night was certainly possible. Hearing this, Noella’s brows furrowed in concern. “Hasn’t Stirling ever filed complaints against those people?”

“He has, and it seemed to have reduced the harassment to just some annoying texts, so Stirling didn’t take it too seriously.”

It never crossed Stirling’s mind that someone would actually climb into his room via the roof in the dead of night!

As Noella entered Verdant Garden, she noticed several roof tiles had fallen off the second floor.

When Stirling decided to stay at Verdant Garden, he had asked for Noella’s permission to use her room, leaving the neighboring room, which belonged to Old Mrs. Lambert, for Yasbel.

Nolan added, “I even heard Yasbel’s cries for help. By the time I got there, they were gone.”

Yasbel was a former free–fighting champion, and now she had disappeared along with Stirling.

Ordinary entertainment industry fans couldn’t possibly pull off something like this!