The Killer Queen by Noella Briony

Chapter 23

The four Schnabel brothers widened their eyes.

Elara, you’re totally cheating here!

Ulrich flashed a meaningful smile, his eyes shimmering with ripples like a serene autumn pond, as his gaze landed on the hairpin atop Noella’s head.

On the hairpin he had carved himself, he had also stealthily inscribed: “I love you!”

The butler hurried forward, “Mr. Schnabel, Palmer has sent over two gifts.”

Tristan scratched his head. “Two gifts? Should be one for the elders and one for Noella, right? After all, Noella and him are still engaged. The kid sure knows how to curry favor!”

Sienna looked puzzled. “But Palmer doesn’t know Noella’s back home, so how come he’s sending her a gift?*

The butler explained, “One’s for you, Mr. and Mrs. Schnabel, and one for Ulrich, as a thank–you for saving Sexton Pollack.”

“When did I save Sexton?”

Noella knew full well that the gift from the Pollack family was meant for her but they mistook Ulrich for her.

She discreetly tugged Ulrich’s hand and whispered, “Ulrich, just take it.”

Ulrich’s heart nearly melted when a soft little hand gripped his suddenly!

Thinking it over, since Noella had been at the hospital lately, she might know the scoop. Tossing all rational thought aside, Ulrich, with a genteel smile, played along. “That was me. I helped Sexton with a prescription before. Mr. Pollack is too kind.”

Sienna playfully scolded, “You didn’t even give us a heads–up. You almost had me thinking Mr. Pollack got the wrong person. We’ve invited Mr. Pollack to Noella’s birthday party; they can meet the kids then!”

Noella was confused. What’s that got to do with me? Engagement? When?”

Seeing how the Schnabels were all hyped up, Noella didn’t have the heart to burst their bubble.

Imperial West Hospital, patient room

Yvonne, holding a nourishing tonic soup, took her sweet time fixing up her look outside Sexton’s

room.

“Palmy, this is the soup I made for…”

Inside, Palmer was locked in a standoff with Sexton over taking his medicine.

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“I’m not taking It! There’s nothing wrong with me, and it was the wrong meds last time that made me sick! They are all bad stuff, out to get mel”

Palmer was helpless.

Sexton’s meds to be tampered with last time, but now It’s Sexton’s excuse for not taking them.

this batch was made on a dedicated production line just for you, and

listen, and I

skirt supported by a huge crinoline that required her to sidle through the door, with an umbrella in hand that nearly poked secretary

a bit upset.

with Ms. Schnabel?

psychedelic trip! And it was a hospital, not a

lady, how could her taste

always preferred a clean, neat look. Yvonne’s getup was like jumping into

no–go zone.

would you mind changing into something more appropriate? Your outfit

sizing up Annie who

Who’s this chick?

to criticize my careful selection for seeing

random chick? Worthy of standing next to

a woman too, so how can you endorse such workplace

I am Palmer’s fiancée, the future lady of the

Annie was flabbergasted!

yet Yvonne was like this, what if she actually married Mr. Pollack? That would

at Yvonne and saw a

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“And you are?”

Annie aside, fawning over him. “Grandpa Sexton, I’m Yvonne from the Schnabel family. I specially brewed this soup for you!”

looking at her glistening lids. “Yvonne? Never heard of a

didn’t recognize

gaze was icy, devoid of any warmth.

she claims she saved you

The one who saved me was way prettier, had better taste.

as her lie was exposed.

Calvin’s student, and I know how to take care of your grandfather, so let me stay and look after him, and it would be even better if

his aura as formidable as a natural–born Satan, cold

and don’t you ever come back to see my grandfather again. You and I have nothing

face turned pale with shock. How could he be so

your

dark, “A mere adopted daughter of the Schnabel family dares to call herself my fiancée? Since when did the Schnabels grow such

the world did Palmer

I’m the one who’s meant

up Yvonne in a sideways hold because of her outrageous hat

could enjoy some peace and

much quieter, and a real

his surgery. He was probably talking about Elara, the national youth