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!

was the belle of the ball, with all

“We’re home, Miss.”

at the sprawling villa and the 3000–square–foot garden with

peanuts elsewhere,

Sienna Horwich, the couple, were already

out, ribbons in the

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

unison,

Noella was confused.

the world was this spectacle?

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

was covered

and Sienna rushed over, each

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

Noella was speechless.

house, isn’t it?

embrace felt warm.

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

had thought that was all there was

embrace could be as tender and warm as

took a good

of her features, her skin soft and fair like a peeled egg,

her daughter looking so good, Sienna felt the tears coming back.

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she realized how skinny she was!

arms. She wondered how the

the Lamberts were dirt poor, all crammed into a tiny house without

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

yeah, we might not be

at the row of luxury cars parked on

her gaze. Tristan slapped his forehead.

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

toward the villa, cautiously asked, “Honey, do you prefer Frensh or Italonian estates? Royal ones are okay too;

Noella was speechless.

out royalty like it was

not keen on going abroad right

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

and 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,

Sienna’s w

was straight–up emperor–level bling. It fetched a whopping 600 million