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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was the wrong meds last time that made me sick! They are all bad stuff, out

Palmer was helpless.

be tampered with last time, but now

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

listen, and I won’t take it!”

adorned with a massive cluster of artificial flowers screaming for attention, and her skirt supported by a huge crinoline that required her to sidle through the door, with an umbrella in hand that nearly poked

a

with Ms.

like a psychedelic trip! And it

a fellow blue–blooded young lady, how could her taste be so…

neat look. Yvonne’s getup

no–go zone.

top–notch assistant, suggested, “Ms. Schnabel, would you mind changing into something more

lifted her chin, sizing up Annie who stood a head

Who’s this chick?

my careful selection for seeing

gaze swept over Annie’s supermodel–like face and figure, scoffing. “And who are you, some random chick? Worthy of standing

woman too, so how

fiancée, the future lady of the

Annie was flabbergasted!

what if she actually married Mr. Pollack? That would plunge the entire Pollack Group

at Yvonne and saw a colorful blob standing

12:22

“And you are?”

Yvonne from the Schnabel family. I specially brewed

at her glistening lids. “Yvonne? Never heard of a Schnabel

Sexton didn’t

gaze was icy, devoid of any

saved you

one who saved me was way prettier, had

her lie was exposed.

of your grandfather, so let me stay and

as formidable as a natural–born Satan, cold and heartless.

and don’t you ever come back to see my grandfather

with shock. How could he be so heartless

I’m your fiancée…”

deep and dark, “A mere adopted daughter of the Schnabel family

the world did

meant to be

a bodyguard stepped up. scooped up Yvonne in a