The Killer Queen by Noella Briony

Chapter 8

Palmer put the chess piece back on the board and walked out of the hospital room, No sooner had he stepped out than he bumped into a frantic Calvin.

“Mr. Calvin, doing rounds?”

Calvin, seeing Palmer, wiped the sweat from his brow. “Mr. Pollack, I got a call that someone’s been tampering with the meds I prescribed for the old–timers. A patient kicked the bucket because of changes made to their prescription, causing post–op complications. Just here to check things out.”

He looked around but couldn’t spot the person he was searching for.

Palmer, catching on, raised an eyebrow and asked, “Got a meeting, Mr. Calvin?”

Calvin, irritated, said, “Darn it, I told you before that I’d spotted a medical prodigy I wanted to snag for my lab. Looks like I’m a step behind; she’s already vamoosed.”

“For someone to be called a ‘prodigy” by you must be quite something.”

Realizing his search was futile, Calvin sighed. “If you’d ever taken up medicine, you’d be at prodigy too. Too bad, all you think about is making bank.”

Palmer just smiled, saying nothing.

Exiting the hospital, the driver, Wren, had the car spick–and–span, respectfully waiting for Noella.

“Miss, did you see Mr. Marcel?”

Noella nodded, boarding the car. Now that the car was clean, she could confirm it was a special model provided to the government and military.

Bulletproof, according to the reports she had seen when involved in research, and judging by the way those folks treated Marcel, it wasn’t hard to guess her granddad’s clout.

Her family had nothing to do with the ‘broke‘ Vincent rambled about. Maybe they kept a low profile because of their unique status?

And those who wanted Marcel gone? She wasn’t going to let them off easy.

All smiles, Wren said, “Mr. Marcel has been yakking about you for ages. Just now, Mr. Tristan Schnabel and his wife called; they’re waiting at home for you!”

Noella nodded again. She had figured out her new home wasn’t the poor house Vincent had described.

Even with her mental prep, Noella was still taken aback when Wren drove straight into Imperial City’s priciest neighborhood, the Golden Age Community.

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She was rendered speechless.

Get this the smallest flat in the Golden Age Community could buy five Lambert Mansions!

Not to mention, Wren stopped in the villa section of the community!

ball, with all

“We’re home, Miss.”

villa and the 3000–square–foot garden with

be peanuts elsewhere,

and Sienna Horwich, the couple,

stepped out, ribbons in the couple’s

bouquets, ribbons fluttered

unison, “Welcome

Noella was confused.

the world

giving Noella the cold shoulder for being away for years, Wren was relieved and drove off to report back to Marcel.

was covered

and Sienna rushed over, each

missing you so much.

Noella was speechless.

full house, isn’t it?

embrace

like this, though she often saw her comforting Briony that way.

had thought that was all there was

be as tender and warm as spring.

took a

skin soft and fair like

daughter looking so good, Sienna felt the tears

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realized how skinny she was!

rail in her arms. She wondered how

the phone that the Lamberts were dirt poor, all crammed into a tiny house

had it tough, baby. It’s all good now. Mom’s

kept nodding. “Yeah, yeah, we might not be filthy

luxury cars parked on the lawn behind Tristan, thinking, “Not

Tristan

a bit on the small side, but no worries-

Italonian estates? Royal ones are okay too; just

Noella was speechless.

they were talking about booting out royalty like it was

I’m not keen on going

“Alright, we’ll get you something here. Mom’s got a 2,000–acre garden in

customers who spent 200 million

Sienna’s w

that was straight–up emperor–level bling. It fetched a whopping 600 million at an international auction just last month.