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

“We’re home, Miss.”

sprawling villa and the 3000–square–foot garden

elsewhere, but

the villa’s entrance, Tristan Schnabel and Sienna Horwich, the couple, were

ribbons in

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

in unison, “Welcome home, Miss!”

Noella was confused.

the world

being away for years, Wren was relieved and drove off to

covered

and Sienna rushed over, each grabbing one

missing you so much.

Noella was speechless.

full house, isn’t

embrace felt

hugging her like this, though she often saw

she had thought that was all

a mother’s embrace could be as tender and warm

Sienna had her cry, she took a good look

features, her skin soft and fair like a peeled

looking so good, Sienna felt the tears coming

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daughter, she realized how skinny

almost 5’7” and skinny as a rail in her arms. She wondered how the Lambert family had

dirt poor, all crammed into a tiny house without even a separate

It’s all good now. Mom’s here

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

at the row of luxury cars parked on the lawn behind Tristan, thinking, “Not filthy rich?”

gaze. Tristan

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

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

Noella was speechless.

like that, they were talking about booting out

Anywhere’s fine. I’m not keen on going abroad

eagerly agreed, “Alright, we’ll get you something here. Mom’s got

hundreds of thousands, the trash bins were gifts exclusive to customers who

Sienna’s w

necklace that was straight–up emperor–level bling. It fetched a whopping 600 million at an