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!

villa was the belle of the ball, with all the other houses circled around

“We’re home, Miss.”

sprawling villa and the 3000–square–foot

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

and Sienna

out, ribbons in

bouquets, ribbons fluttered

unison, “Welcome home,

Noella was confused.

in the world was this spectacle?

for years, Wren was relieved

was covered

Sienna rushed over, each grabbing

the hug. “Darling! So glad you’re back! Mom’s been missing you so much. I could only manage three meals,

Noella was speechless.

house,

the embrace

ever hugging her like this, though

all there was to a mother’s

a mother’s embrace could be

had her cry, she took a good look at Noella.

some of her features, her skin soft and fair like a peeled egg, standing there so prettily.

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

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her daughter, she realized how skinny she

and skinny as a rail in her arms. She wondered

poor, all crammed into a tiny house without even a

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

might not be filthy rich, but we can make sure

row of luxury cars parked on the

gaze. Tristan slapped

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

asked, “Honey, do you prefer Frensh or Italonian estates? Royal ones are okay

Noella was speechless.

booting out royalty like it was no big

not keen on

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

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

Sienna’s w

emperor–level bling. It fetched a whopping 600 million at an