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…”

cracked a smile.

month. And her? She was depending on Old Mrs. Lambert, tirelessly collecting bottles to save

for his business ventures, not leaving a dime for

hundred a month was too steep

mansion, and the family

straight, Noella, Girls with too much cash are bound to go bad. I was looking out for you. Five hundred was

and your wife were slurping down bird’s nests that cost three grand a

Vincent was speechless.

things. Why

It’d be a pain to slim down later, wouldn’t look good. Look at you now;

you’ve got to appreciate it was hard work, right? Your grandma is a Lambert,

to you!

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

swung open, and in rolled a livid Marcel, pushed by an equally

rougher than they had dug up. What kind

the Schnabel family had to rely on an

Mr. Marcel, I’m Noella’s dad; I’m here

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lose it in front of

the old man’s wrath, was tongue–tied and

filled Marcel’s eyes as he motioned

“Come here, child.”

“Grandpa, I’m okay.”

heart aching. “Noella, you want us to take them

our hands for people who don’t matter. Grandpa, I have a

brimming, Marcel turned away

words, just patted his granddaughter’s delicate hand firmly. “Good girl. you’re melting your grandpa’s heart!

you’re one 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