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.

Chapter 23

wrong meds last time that

Palmer was helpless.

allowed Sexton’s meds to be tampered with last time, but now It’s Sexton’s excuse

dedicated production line just for you, and I personally oversaw it, so it’s

I won’t

skirt supported by a huge crinoline that required her to sidle through the door, with an umbrella in hand that nearly poked secretary Annie in the

a bit upset.

Ms.

like a psychedelic trip! And it was

how could her

a clean, neat look. Yvonne’s getup

no–go zone.

suggested, “Ms. Schnabel, would you mind changing into something more appropriate? Your outfit isn’t quite fitting for a lady

haughtily lifted her chin, sizing up Annie who stood a head taller in

Who’s this chick?

criticize my careful selection for

face and figure, scoffing. “And who are you, some random chick? Worthy

so how

unlike you lowlifes, I am Palmer’s fiancée, the future lady of

Annie was flabbergasted!

Yvonne was like this, what if she actually married Mr. Pollack? That

and saw

12:22

“And you are?”

him. “Grandpa Sexton, I’m Yvonne from

looking at her glistening lids. “Yvonne? Never heard

didn’t

devoid

she claims she saved

“What? No, no, no, definitely not her. The one who saved me

as her

I really am Professor Calvin’s student, and I know how to take care of your grandfather, so let me stay and look after him, and it would be even better if

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

you ever come back to see my grandfather again. You and I have nothing to do

face turned pale with shock. How could he be so heartless to

I’m your

his eyes deep and dark, “A mere adopted daughter of the Schnabel family dares to call herself my fiancée? Since when did the

the world did

and I’m the one who’s meant to

Yvonne in a sideways hold because of her outrageous