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!

with all the other houses circled

“We’re home, Miss.”

at the sprawling villa and the

garden might be peanuts elsewhere, but this was Imperial City!

and Sienna Horwich,

stepped out, ribbons in the

a whole troop of servants with bouquets, ribbons fluttered down on Noella like

unison, “Welcome

Noella was confused.

world

Noella the cold shoulder for being away for years, Wren was relieved and drove off to report back to Marcel.

covered

and Sienna rushed over, each grabbing

Mom’s been missing you so much. I could only manage three meals, afternoon tea,

Noella was speechless.

a full house, isn’t it?

embrace felt warm.

like this, though she often

that was all there

a mother’s embrace could be as tender and warm as

cry, she took a

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

looking so good, Sienna felt the

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she realized how skinny

almost 5’7” and skinny as a rail in her arms. She wondered how the Lambert family had been

crammed into a tiny house

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

outdone, kept nodding. “Yeah, yeah, we might not be filthy rich, but we can make sure you’re

parked on the lawn behind Tristan, thinking, “Not

gaze. Tristan slapped his

the garden, right? Ours is a bit on the small side, but no

villa, cautiously asked, “Honey, do you prefer Frensh or Italonian estates? Royal ones are okay too; just a bit of a hassle to kick them

Noella was speechless.

booting out royalty like it

not keen on going abroad right

here. Mom’s got

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

Sienna’s w