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

“We’re home, Miss.”

villa and the 3000–square–foot

garden might be peanuts elsewhere, but

Tristan Schnabel and Sienna

stepped out, ribbons in the couple’s

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

unison,

Noella was confused.

in the world

not giving Noella the cold shoulder for being away for years,

covered in

rushed over, each

you’re back! Mom’s been missing you so much. I could

Noella was speechless.

full house,

embrace felt warm.

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

she had thought that was all there

be as tender and warm as spring.

cry, she took a good look at Noella.

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

Sienna

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she realized how skinny she

rail in her arms. She wondered how the Lambert

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

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

be

cars parked on the lawn behind Tristan, thinking,

gaze. Tristan slapped

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

estates? Royal ones are okay too;

Noella was speechless.

like that, they were talking about booting out royalty

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

we’ll get you something here. Mom’s

all glitz 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, the

Sienna’s w

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