The Killer Queen by Noella Briony

Chapter 8

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!

belle of the ball, with all the other

“We’re home, Miss.”

the

3000–square–foot garden might be peanuts elsewhere, but this was Imperial

the villa’s entrance, Tristan Schnabel and Sienna Horwich,

in

with bouquets, ribbons

shouted in unison, “Welcome

Noella was confused.

the world was

shoulder for being away for

covered in

rushed over, each

been missing you so much.

Noella was speechless.

full house, isn’t it?

embrace felt warm.

ever hugging her like this, though she often saw

all there

be

she took a good look at

and fair

looking so good, Sienna felt the tears coming back.

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she realized how skinny

skinny as a rail in her arms. She wondered how the Lambert family had been raising

were dirt poor, all crammed into a tiny house without even a separate room

all good now. Mom’s

be filthy rich, but we can make

on the lawn behind Tristan, thinking, “Not filthy rich?”

her gaze. Tristan slapped

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

Italonian estates? Royal ones are okay too; just a bit of a hassle to kick

Noella was speechless.

talking about booting out royalty like it was

keen on going

agreed, “Alright, we’ll get you something here. Mom’s got a 2,000–acre garden in Shangri–Ra- it’s all

glam. The floor tiles cost hundreds of thousands, the trash bins were gifts exclusive to customers who spent 200 million

Sienna’s w

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