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.”

and the

elsewhere, but this was Imperial City!

and Sienna Horwich, the couple,

ribbons in the couple’s hands

of servants with bouquets, ribbons fluttered

unison,

Noella was confused.

in the world

for years, Wren was relieved and drove off to report

covered

over, each grabbing

hug. “Darling! So glad you’re back! Mom’s been missing you

Noella was speechless.

full house,

the embrace felt

like this, though

all there was to a mother’s love.

a mother’s embrace could be as tender and

Sienna had her cry, she took a good

had some of her features, her skin soft and

her daughter looking so good, Sienna felt the

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her daughter, she realized how skinny she was!

arms. She wondered how the Lambert family had been raising

phone that the Lamberts were dirt poor, all crammed into a tiny house without even a separate room

it tough, baby. It’s all good now. Mom’s here to protect you!”

yeah, we might not be filthy rich, but we can make sure you’re well–fed

on the lawn behind Tristan,

Tristan

the small side, but no worries- I’ll get you a castle

do you prefer Frensh or Italonian estates? Royal ones are okay too; just a bit of a hassle

Noella was speechless.

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

not keen on going

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

to customers who spent 200 million dollars on a certain brand, the chandelier was worth

Sienna’s w

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

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