The Killer Queen

Malvina couldn’t help but smirk as she listened to Arthur’s tirade echoing through the study. The bubblegum she’d been chewing was now plugging the keyhole of the study’s door, a petty act of defiance. Her gaze drifted across the hallway, landing on Yvonne, who looked like a deer caught in headlights.

“Malvina, what on earth are you doing? Are you eavesdropping on Grandpa?” Yvonne inquired.

Malvina let out a rare chuckle, “Idiot, are you scared to see me alive here? Thinking you could plot against me with your pea–sized brain? Do you actually believe you’re capable, or that your Nourishment Pill is some kind of wonder cure?”

She, who always loathed studying, had done her homework by spending three hours with a dictionary and poring over every bit of information she could find on that so–called Nourishment Pill. The moment she learned it was laced with toxins, Malvina could finally breathe easy.

“Wh…what are you babbling about? I don’t understand!” Yvonne snapped.

“That figures with your intelligence. No need to panic.” She had already sent all the related evidence to Arthur’s inbox. Once he realized he had been poisoning himself, well, Yvonne and her cohort Walden would have hell to pay.

Yvonne stepped back, terror written all over her face when she watched Malvina. How could Malvina possibly know about the pill?

“Oh, by the way, did I mention your stupid daddy Duncan? He’s going to spend the rest of his days behind bars. Surprise, surprise!” Malvina hadn’t expected Ulrich’s version of ‘dealing with Duncan‘ to involve luring him into a police trap. Duncan was dirty, and the cops had plenty to pin on him.

2. No,

Yvonne collapsed to the ground, overwhelmed and frantic. If Duncan was locked away, what would become of her? She’d only tasted the life of a Gruber for a short she wasn’t ready to give it up!

Ignoring Yvonne’s despair, Malyina sneered and strode back to her bedroom.

In her room, Malvina stared at a photo on her bedside table. The seemingly emboldened woman in it had a bright smile and a black dragon tattoo proudly displayed on her arm.

Tears started to fall as she watched the photo. Clutching the photo itself, she was sobbing so hard. Her pain was excruciating, her hatred overwhelming, “Mom, I will find you… I’ll send everyone who hurt you straight to hell. I had planned to watch Arthur’s despair when he realized his end was near. Did he ever consider my despair when he killed you?”

“I’ve prepared so much, but I can’t wait any longer. Will you praise me when we meet

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again? Mom, I miss you so much…” she murmured.

Half an hour later, the Gruber mansion was engulfed in flames. The fire roared, consuming every inch of the estate.

Arthur, awakened by the blaze, felt death’s cold grip.

How had he fallen asleep during a serious conversation with Yates?

Yates tried to find the key as soon as he woke up, only to find the door locked from the outside.

“Grandpa… why… why is our house on fire?” he asked.

Arthur scrambled for the keys, but the lock was still jammed after he twisted it for a long

time.

“Someone’s blocked the lock!” In a fit of panic, Arthur knocked Yates to the floor, desperately trying to open the door himself. “Who dares to cross us like this?”

The fire soon reached the study, overwhelming Arthur and Yates with smoke until they lost

consciousness.

Meanwhile, at the Polaris Star.

Nolan, monitoring the Polaris Star’s surveillance system, had accessed the Gruber’s cameras, suspecting trouble tonight, “Holy smokes, Boss, Malvina set the Gruber place on fire! She’s no princess; she’s a warrior!”

The entire Polaris Star crew was stunned.

Phecda gave a thumbs-up, “Word is, Malvina’s mom was killed during Arthur’s power grab. He coveted Shadow Dragon Society so he joined forces with the Shadow Dragon Society’s boss to get rid of the original leader and his daughter, namely Ma

> mom.”

Ivan nodded in agreement, “Malvina’s got guts, and that’s a true revenge story. But it’s a shame if she goes down with the ship.”

Noella stood up, her eyes on Palmer by her side, “I need to go to the Gruber estate. Could use a driver. You free?”

“Of course.”

Palmer would do anything, even play chauffeur, just for her.

But Palmer was so willing to do that; he couldn’t wait for her to call out to him every time

she needed a driver.

The Gruber mansion was a fiery inferno, an ever–growing beacon in the night.

Noella clasped the unburned window ledge and jumped in, finding Malvina unconscious

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on the bed with a peaceful and content smile on her face.

Noella hoisted Malvina over her shoulder, leaping out from the same spot just as the ceiling collapsed where Malvina had been lying.

Noella checked Malvina’s pulse after resting her in it, “She’s alive. To the hospital.”

As they drove away, passing fire engines heading to the blaze, Noella turned her focus back to the road ahead.

They’d leave the Grubers‘ fate to God. It had nothing to do with them.

In the ER, just as Ulrich was about to grab a quick bite to stave off his hunger, he almost choked on his water when Malvina was rushed in on a gurney!

“What happened? Noella, what are you doing here?”

“Save her first, Ulrich!”

On the way to the hospital, Noella had already performed some basic first aid, and Malvina’s condition wasn’t too critical.

Without another word, Ulrich sprinted towards the trauma center, pushing the gurney with one hand and stuffing his half–eaten sandwich into Noella’s arms with the other.

A patient clutching his belly spotted the sudden appearance of the gurney that had commandeered his spot and was visibly upset.

“My stomach is killing me! Why doesn’t the doc see me first? What’s with jumping the queue in this hospital?” he grumbled. NôvelDrama.Org is the owner.

Resources in the ER were scarce, and in emergencies, the most severe cases took precedence.

“I’ve been waiting here for two hours! You can’t just cut in line! I’m going to fil complaint!”

The nurse cast a stern glance at them, “You’ve just got a stomach bug and you can handle the pain! But she might be dying! Emergency rooms are for saving lives, for heaven’s

sake!”

A few patients were about to protest when suddenly another gurney was rushed in from outside. A swarm of medics surrounded it with Calvin sprinting alongside, desperately clutching an IV bag.

“Move! Get out of the way! Clear a path! Alert the OR!”

Calvin’s eyes locked on Noella, and in an instant, it was as if he had seen an angel!

“Noella, come with me. This patient is in a critical condition!”