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!

was the belle of the ball, with all

“We’re home, Miss.”

gazed at the sprawling villa and the

peanuts elsewhere, but this was Imperial

Tristan Schnabel and Sienna Horwich, the couple, were already waiting.

Noella stepped out, ribbons in the couple’s hands

bouquets, ribbons fluttered down on Noella like a grand celebration.

unison, “Welcome home, Miss!”

Noella was confused.

the world

away for

covered in streamers.

rushed over, each grabbing one of

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

Noella was speechless.

house, isn’t

embrace felt

this, though she often saw her comforting Briony

all there was to a mother’s love.

mother’s embrace could be as tender and warm as

cry, she took

some of her features, her skin soft and fair like

daughter looking so good, Sienna felt the

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realized

and skinny as a rail in her arms. She wondered how the Lambert family had been raising her girl to be this way.

dirt poor, all crammed

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

not be filthy rich, but we can

at the row of luxury cars parked on the

Tristan slapped

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

you prefer Frensh or Italonian estates? Royal ones are okay

Noella was speechless.

about booting out royalty like

not keen on going abroad

something here. Mom’s got

gifts exclusive to customers who spent 200 million dollars on a certain brand, the chandelier was worth 60 million, and

Sienna’s w