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!

with all the other houses circled around

“We’re home, Miss.”

villa and the 3000–square–foot garden with

3000–square–foot garden might be peanuts elsewhere, but this was Imperial

Tristan Schnabel and Sienna

in the couple’s hands took

was a whole troop of servants with bouquets, ribbons fluttered down on Noella

unison, “Welcome home, Miss!”

Noella was confused.

world was this

for being away for years,

covered

Sienna rushed over, each grabbing one of

So glad you’re back! Mom’s been missing you

Noella was speechless.

house, isn’t

the embrace

ever hugging her like this, though

she had thought that was all there was to

could be as

she took a good look at

and fair like a peeled egg, standing there so

good, Sienna felt the tears coming back.

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realized how skinny

skinny as a rail in her arms. She wondered how the Lambert family had been raising her girl to be

crammed into a tiny house without even a

baby. It’s all good now. Mom’s here to

to be outdone, kept nodding. “Yeah, yeah, we might not be filthy rich, but we

parked on

gaze. Tristan slapped

is a bit on the small side, but no worries- I’ll get you a castle and estate in

asked, “Honey, do you prefer Frensh or Italonian estates? Royal ones are okay too; just a bit of

Noella was speechless.

about booting out royalty like it was

need. Anywhere’s fine. I’m not keen on going abroad right now.”

here. Mom’s got a 2,000–acre garden in Shangri–Ra-

glam. The floor tiles cost hundreds of thousands, the trash bins were gifts exclusive to customers who spent 200 million dollars on a certain brand, the chandelier was worth 60 million,

Sienna’s w

It fetched a whopping 600 million at an international auction just last