The Killer Queen

While Darcy was still daydreaming, Beckett had already started the ear and was driving away

Watching the scenery zoom by, Darcy couldn’t help but feel the air inside the car was a bit awkward. After all, she was the one at fault today. A last–minute meeting piled up with work, and she completely forgot about Beckett. She didn’t even notify him, making him wait outside the university for so long.

“Your car choice is quite low-key.”

“Occupational hazard. I don’t need a car to make a statement.”

Beckett’s job sometimes involved liaisons with the finance sector and with Marcel’s status, being too flashy could be sensitive. Being the CEO of Rising Glory Group and the future heir to the Schnabel Group, no one would look down on him no matter what he drove.

“I’m really sorry about today, a sudden department meeting kept you waiting.”

Beckett’s lips curved into a self–deprecating, bitter smile. The time you’ve made me wait isn’t just limited to these two hours.”

“Huh?”

His voice was so low, Darcy thought she had misheard.

By the time she asked again, Beckett had already stepped out of the car, and Darcy hurried after him.

Beckett chose a quaint bistro, seemingly under the Rising Glory Group’s extensive dining portfolio.

After sitting down, Darcy apologized, “I’m really sorry, this one’s on me. For Noella’s exemption request, Garrick said she needs to discuss it with him personally.”

Garrick wasn’t known for making things difficult for students. Yet, he was stubbom about Noella’s exemption process, only relenting after much persuasion from Darcy, demanding Noella to personally apply to him.

Beckett nodded. “Alright, I’ll let Noella know. What would you li

“Anything’s fine!”

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Beckett casually ordered a few dishes, speaking in a flawless and effortless foreign language, choosing dishes that Darcy was familiar with.

He still remembered what she liked? It must be out of habit and politeness

As they waited for their food, Beckett carefully reviewed the documents Darcy had given him. The process wasn’t complicated, but it was stuck at needing the principal’s signature.

Then, his phone rang, and Beckett answered casually, his tone instantly soft and tender upon hearing Elara’s voice.

“Tm out for dinner, will be home late. Tell Noella that Garrick wants to see her about the exemption. If she doesn’t want to, it’s fine; we can look at other colleges.”

Darcy realized then that Beckett was utterly indulgent when it came to his sister Noella. For him, everything revolved around what Noella

wanted.

Elara countered, “Switching colleges might not solve the problem I think Garrick is doing this on purpose! I’ll talk to Noella. Please come home soon, BecketL

“Alright, don’t wait up for me, go to bed early.

The man opposite her, surrounded by the warm glow of the restaurant, looked effortlessly elegant.

“He must be talking to his fiancée, right?” Darcy instinctively thought, as she had never heard Beckett speak so tenderly before! So, apart from his sister, another woman also enjoyed his tender care.

Darcy looked away, casually mentioning. “She seems to get along with Noella too.”

“Of course, Noella is her sister too.”

Elara’s care for Noella was well–known, often noticing things even Sienna missed

Beckett seemed to know what Darcy was thinking, adding, “She’s my sister too, Elara.”

Darcy then remembered that the Schnabel family had indeed adopted a daughter. But why did Beckett feel the need to explain this to her? Even if the caller was his sister, he still had a fiancée with a wedding date sel

The Schnabel family did have many daughters. The one who had approached her back then also claimed to be a Schnabel daughter

Beckett’s gaze swept over Darcy’s face, casually asking. “How have you been?”

“Pretty good. Work’s going well, family’s happy. Mr. Schnabel seems to be doing well too. Won’t your fiancée mind you having dinner

blone with me?”

“I have dinner with different investors every month if every dinner needed an explanation, I couldn’t do my

So, in his eyes, dining with her was just another business meeting? If it weren’t for Noella’s situation, he wouldn’t be here with her

After dinner. Beckett glanced at his watch. “Could you wait a moment? I’ll have my driver take you home. I need to head back to the

office”

Darcy quickly declined. “No need, I’ve got a ride coming!”

Beckett nodded understandingly. Is it your husband? That’s good then. Thank you for your help with Noella’s matter, Goodbye”

“It’s what i should do.” Darcy accepted his thanks, and by the time she realized, Beckett’s car had already sped off, leaving behind a trail

of exhaust

Not far from the crossroad

A car parked in the dark, its occupant lighting a cigarette. The smoke blurred his features. After confirming that the woman had left the bistro and gotten into a cat Beckett took a drag of his almost finished cigarette.

The man who picked her up looked young and matched her well, his demeanor was likely to her taste.

Beckett muttered to himself with a bitter smile. Beckett, what are you really expecting?”

Did he need to make sure she was doing well, that her life had moved on without a trace of him, to be satisfied?

Such behavior was foolish.

But all he wanted was to ensure her safety, nothing more!

Beckett casually snuffed out his cigarette and maneuvered the car back onto the road.

In the heart of Serene Haven, nestled amid the sprawling estates, stood the majestic Phoenix Tower, within which the Schnabel Manor claimed its prestigious place.

Elara relayed the message she received from Beckett over the phone to Noella.

“He wants me to come to the office in person to apply?”

“That’s what he said. If you don’t want to, forget about it. I can reapply for colleges for you, even abroad if you like!”

Noella frowned slightly, but her mind quickly sorted through her thoughts.

Garrick had no real reason to stonewall her with bureaucracy, it was just an excuse to see her. As the director, Garrick had plenty of reasons to meet with her

“It’s fine. I’ll go.”

It was a good opportunity anyway, as she had her own reasons for wanting to see Garrick

There were items left by her grandmother that Garrick might still have, and Noella was curious to find out what exactly Garrick was up

Elara, clutching a teddy bear lay sprawled on her bed. “Noella, that person wants to meet up. Should I go?”

The only person who could make Elara this conflicted had to be none other than Jacob Pollack!