The Killer Queen by Noella Briony

Chapter 20

Palmer hung around Sexton for a bit before getting up and walking out of the ward.

Outside the ward, Yvonne was practically drooling over Palmer.

“Palmy, how about we grab dinner together? I know this killer spot downtown that’s just perfect. for couples–super romantic. I have always wanted to go there with you.

Palmer didn’t even give her a glance, his profile cold as ice, untouched by the world, his eyes sparkling like diamonds.

“Beat it.”

The bodyguards kept Yvonne at bay, preventing her from getting any closer to Palmer.

Yvonne was stamping her feet in frustration!

Once Palmer realizes how awesome she is, he’s bound to fall for her!

He must have kicked her out because he’s clueless about their engagement.

After some thought, Yvonne dialed a number on her cellphone.

“Hello, I’d like to add a trending topic on Twitter, about the Schnabel family and the Pollack family’s engagement!”

Palmer sat in the doctor’s office, pondering over Sexton’s poisoning incident.

Calvin came jogging in, his forehead slick with sweat.

“Mr. Pollack, I’ve looked over Sexton’s prescription; there’s nothing wrong with it, but someone. switched up some of the meds he was taking. I’ve checked his health, and the surgery was a success! Thankfully, whoever operated on him was a real pro; it looks like the work of a master!”

Palmer eased up a bit and asked, “A master? Yvonne claimed she did the surgery.”

Calvin swore in exasperation.

“Fat chance, I had her in class just yesterday, and she couldn’t even tell different surgical blades apart. And she’s supposed to perform surgery? The person who operated on Sexton is clearly an expert, a genius even! It kinda reminds me of Ulrich’s technique.”

Palmer nodded.

“Thanks, Professor Calvin, for looking after my grandfather.”

“That’s my job. Gonna make my rounds now.”

Calvin couldn’t stop thinking about the wound he’d seen as it was stitched up so beautifully!

If it weren’t for Sexton’s high–profile status, he’d have taken a photo to study it.

Marcel’s grandson. If he happened to be there

was in Marcel’s room when Sexton fell

mistaking the grandson for the

Ms. Schnabel has bought a trending topic about you.

a shriek and whipped out her phone.

the trending list was the engagement between Yvonne and Palmer!

Yvonne, pointing out that the Schnabel

comments quoting Beckett from an event, “I, Beckett, only have one sister, and the Schnabel family will always have

section was covertly gorging

like a tale of a mogul

Yvonne looks every bit the perfect lady, a match made in heaven with

buzzing–when’s the wedding?]

was

they don’t have your photo,

Posting so many edited pictures of herself, she doesn’t look anything like that!”

curled in a cold smirk, his whole

aware that he

sharp, icy glint flashed in his eyes.

the post, find out who’s behind this, bankrupt those marketing

“Right away!”

gifts for the Schnabel family.”

all excited. “Aww, Mr. Pollack, did Ms. Schnabel’s reminder jog your memory about your engagement, and now you’re off to ask for her

gift has to be for Ms. Schnabel, and the other for

assistant chimed in, “Are you daft? If Mr. Pollack

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buying such a crazy

Right, Palmer did just kick

what are you up to then, Mr. Pollack?”

air of nobility, Palmer spoke calmly. “One’s for Ulrich to thank him for saving Grandpa. the other’s for the Schnabel parents–I’m calling off the

secretary almost bit his own tongue!

come around, and you’re calling off the engagement? If he

buying that nutty trending

assistant handed over an IPad and said, “Mr. Pollack, the Schnabel family does have. another daughter, Elara, currently doing research in Emerald County. She’s the one

took the

expressionless face, Elara, in a lab coat holding a test tube. seemingly at peace with

would’ve thought the Schnabel family actually has another daughter, and she’s a genius at that, a postdoc at

the engagement with this Ms. Schnabel too?”

have an engagement with every Ms. Schnabel out there!

an engagement with the Schnabel family, not some Ms. Schnabel. Get the break–up gift ready, and I’m going to call