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

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

I won’t take it!”

a huge crinoline

was a bit upset.

Ms. Schnabel?

trip! And

fellow blue–blooded young lady, how could

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

no–go zone.

top–notch assistant, suggested, “Ms. Schnabel, would you mind changing into something more appropriate? Your outfit isn’t quite fitting for

who stood a head taller in a professional

Who’s this chick?

she to criticize my

some random chick? Worthy of standing

too, so how can you endorse

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

Annie was flabbergasted!

was like this, what if she actually married Mr. Pollack? That would plunge the entire Pollack Group into a female workplace crisis!

and saw a

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“And you are?”

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

glistening lids. “Yvonne? Never

didn’t recognize her.

gaze was icy, devoid of any

claims she saved you last

popped out in disbelief. “What? No, no, no, definitely not her. The one who saved me was way prettier, had better taste.

her lie was

Calvin’s student, and I know how to take care of your grandfather, so let

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

ever come back to see my grandfather again. You and I have

could he be so heartless to her!

your fiancée…”

the Schnabel family dares to call herself

How in the world did

you, Palmer, and I’m the one who’s meant to be your wife. Marry me and you’ll

irritated, waved his hand dismissively and instantly, a bodyguard stepped up. scooped up Yvonne in a

some peace

annoying, yapping away non–stop. The last one was so much quieter, and a real whiz at chess

probably talking about Elara, the