The Killer Queen by Noella Briony

Chapter 68

Palmer’s parting etiquette was a dime a dozen, and his moves were smooth as silk – the dude was unflappable. But Noella couldn’t shake off the feeling that her hand was getting hot where he touched it.

“Pick me up for what?”

“Aren’t we supposed to swing by to see your grandparents? Got the presents all wrapped up and ready to go.”

Merrick had indeed set a date with her to chow down with the Horwich family tomorrow, and since the Schnabel family folks had a spat and bounced, her plan was to roll with Stirling.

Beckett was jet–setting for business talks, Ulrich was tied up with surgeries until late, and Jasper had court stuff. That left Stirling, who had just wrapped up a movie gig and was heading home.

“Don’t tell me you aren’t planning to bring me along? Grandpa Merrick invited me too, you know.”

Noella was speechless. Since when did her grandpa invite him?

However, Grandma managing to leave the lab and come home was partly thanks to Palmer, and since both families go way back, giving him the cold shoulder wouldn’t be cool.

“Alright, I’ll wait for you.”

Palmer, all lovey–dovey, tapped her cute, upturned nose and cooed, “Good girl.”

in a few

The Pollack Group was up to its eyeballs in deals, so after Palmer nagged Noella with a few reminders, he hightailed it out of the hospital.

No sooner had Palmer left than Vincent, dodging Major Garnett on patrol, snuck into the ward. “Noella, girl, you gotta help your old man out! Your mom got knocked by someone, still unconscious. Since you’re Marcel’s caretaker, put in a good word for us with him so the Schnabels can lend a hand, can you?

Our family has never done anything bad to you, and raising you wasn’t a walk in the park! All these years, whatever you wanted, we gave. You can’t just discard us after you’ve gotten what you wanted!”

Noella’s smirk was laced with sarcasm. “When I was a kid, Grandma asked you for cash for my school. You said girls didn’t need that much book smarts. It was Grandma, behind my back, trash–picking to send me to school.”

Vincent squirmed! This was stuff from when Noella was four or five- how the heck did she remember it like it was yesterday?

“Back then, we were strapped. Your mom and I were pinching pennies, really didn’t have the

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dough for school…”

a

to Vincent’s five grand a month. And her? She

of Old Mrs. Lambert’s savings for his

bill for living expenses and tuition. You thought dropping five hundred a month was too

had his mansion, and the family had moved to Tranquility City.

telling it straight, Noella, Girls with too much cash are bound to go bad. I was looking out for you. Five hundred was plenty for grub. I only spent

slurping down bird’s

Vincent was speechless.

the heck did she have to remember all that trivial junk? He had even forgotten those nitty–gritty details. She was heartless, hanging onto all the wrong things. Why didn’t she ever talk about the good stuff they did for her? Plus, if they were really mistreating

a pain to slim down later, wouldn’t look good.

all these years, even if you don’t give me merit, at least you’ve got to appreciate it was hard work, right? Your grandma is a Lambert, too. Her being good to

to you!

get him to prop up our family. Once we’re on.easy street, it’ll only be good for

a livid Marcel, pushed by

Noella, but it turned out her childhood was even rougher than they had dug up.

an old lady picking trash to afford school how bitter was

Marcel, I’m Noella’s dad; I’m

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not wanting to lose it in front of his granddaughter.

wrath, was tongue–tied and got

as

“Come here, child.”

“Grandpa, I’m okay.”

you want us to take them down? Just say the word, and I will do anything for

head. “No need to dirty our hands for people who don’t matter. Grandpa,

turned away and wiped his eyes.

patted his granddaughter’s delicate hand

of the Schnabels. Your big bro said we’re moving Old Mrs. Lambert’s grave. The Schnabel family will take over the offerings. Even if it means moving it to