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

“We’re home, Miss.”

the sprawling villa and the 3000–square–foot garden with a

garden might be peanuts elsewhere,

Sienna Horwich,

in the couple’s hands took

servants with bouquets, ribbons

unison, “Welcome

Noella was confused.

in the world was this spectacle?

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

covered in streamers.

over, each grabbing one of Noella’s hands.

So glad you’re back! Mom’s been missing you so much. I could only manage three meals,

Noella was speechless.

full house,

embrace

though she often saw her comforting Briony that way.

all there was to a mother’s love.

be as tender and warm as spring.

took a good look

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

daughter looking so good, Sienna felt

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realized how

in her arms. She wondered how the Lambert family had been raising her girl to

all crammed into a tiny

baby. It’s all good now. Mom’s here to protect

kept nodding. “Yeah, yeah, we might not be

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

Tristan slapped his forehead.

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

the villa, cautiously asked, “Honey, do you prefer Frensh or Italonian estates? Royal ones are okay too; just a

Noella was speechless.

they were talking about booting out

I’m not keen on

get you something here. Mom’s got a 2,000–acre garden in Shangri–Ra- it’s all yours

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 chandelier was worth 60 million, and everywhere one looked, there

Sienna’s w