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!

belle of the ball, with all the other houses circled

“We’re home, Miss.”

gazed at the sprawling villa and the 3000–square–foot

be peanuts elsewhere, but this was Imperial City!

entrance, Tristan Schnabel and Sienna

out, ribbons in the

bouquets, ribbons fluttered down on Noella like a grand celebration.

shouted in unison, “Welcome

Noella was confused.

world was this spectacle?

the Schnabels not giving Noella the cold shoulder for being away for years, Wren was relieved and drove

covered

rushed over, each grabbing one

back! Mom’s been missing you so much. I could only manage three meals, afternoon tea, and

Noella was speechless.

a full house,

embrace felt

Belinda ever hugging her like this, though she often saw her comforting Briony that

all there was to

a mother’s embrace could be as tender

Sienna had her cry, she took a good

and

so good, Sienna

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she realized how skinny

in her arms. She wondered how

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

all good now. Mom’s here

“Yeah, yeah, we might not be filthy rich, but we can make sure you’re well–fed and clothed!”

parked on the lawn behind Tristan,

Tristan slapped

Ours is a bit on the small side, but no worries- I’ll

you prefer Frensh or Italonian estates? Royal ones are okay

Noella was speechless.

that, they were talking about booting out royalty like it was no big

I’m not keen on going abroad

get you something here. Mom’s got a

trash bins were gifts exclusive to customers who spent 200 million dollars on a certain brand, the chandelier was worth 60

Sienna’s w

It fetched a whopping 600 million