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!

the ball, with all the other houses circled around

“We’re home, Miss.”

the 3000–square–foot garden with a twinge of surprise.

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

Schnabel and Sienna Horwich, the

Noella stepped out, ribbons in the

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

in unison, “Welcome home, Miss!”

Noella was confused.

in the world was this

for years, Wren was relieved and drove

was covered in

each grabbing one of

you

Noella was speechless.

house,

the embrace

this, though

that was all

mother’s embrace could be as tender

Sienna had her cry, she took a good look

soft and fair like a peeled egg, standing

Sienna

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daughter, she realized how

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

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

good now. Mom’s here to

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

the row of luxury cars parked on the lawn behind

gaze. Tristan slapped his

side, but no worries- I’ll get you a castle and estate in Franse to enjoy during your

leading Noella toward the villa, cautiously asked, “Honey, do you prefer Frensh or Italonian estates? Royal

Noella was speechless.

that, they were talking about booting out

Anywhere’s fine. I’m not keen

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

glam. The floor tiles cost hundreds of thousands, the trash bins were gifts exclusive to customers who spent 200 million dollars on

Sienna’s w

bling. It fetched a whopping 600 million at an international auction just