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!

belle of the ball, with all the other houses circled

“We’re home, Miss.”

villa and the 3000–square–foot garden

elsewhere, but this was Imperial City!

entrance, Tristan Schnabel and Sienna Horwich, the

ribbons in the couple’s hands

a whole troop of servants with bouquets, ribbons

shouted in unison,

Noella was confused.

the world was this spectacle?

for being away for years,

covered

over, each grabbing one of

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

Noella was speechless.

full house,

the embrace felt

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

had thought that was all there was to

be as tender and warm as spring.

took

soft and fair like a peeled

her daughter looking so good, Sienna

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her daughter, she realized how skinny she was!

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

had mentioned on the phone that the Lamberts were dirt poor, all crammed into a tiny house without even

It’s all good now. Mom’s

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

cars parked on the

gaze. Tristan slapped

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

Frensh or Italonian estates? Royal ones

Noella was speechless.

out royalty like it was

keen on going abroad right

eagerly agreed, “Alright, we’ll get you something here. Mom’s got a 2,000–acre garden in Shangri–Ra- it’s

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, and everywhere one looked, there were pricey antiques and

Sienna’s w

emperor–level bling. It fetched