The Killer Queen by Noella Briony

Chapter 20

Palmer hung around Sexton for a bit before getting up and walking out of the ward.

Outside the ward, Yvonne was practically drooling over Palmer.

“Palmy, how about we grab dinner together? I know this killer spot downtown that’s just perfect. for couples–super romantic. I have always wanted to go there with you.

Palmer didn’t even give her a glance, his profile cold as ice, untouched by the world, his eyes sparkling like diamonds.

“Beat it.”

The bodyguards kept Yvonne at bay, preventing her from getting any closer to Palmer.

Yvonne was stamping her feet in frustration!

Once Palmer realizes how awesome she is, he’s bound to fall for her!

He must have kicked her out because he’s clueless about their engagement.

After some thought, Yvonne dialed a number on her cellphone.

“Hello, I’d like to add a trending topic on Twitter, about the Schnabel family and the Pollack family’s engagement!”

Palmer sat in the doctor’s office, pondering over Sexton’s poisoning incident.

Calvin came jogging in, his forehead slick with sweat.

“Mr. Pollack, I’ve looked over Sexton’s prescription; there’s nothing wrong with it, but someone. switched up some of the meds he was taking. I’ve checked his health, and the surgery was a success! Thankfully, whoever operated on him was a real pro; it looks like the work of a master!”

Palmer eased up a bit and asked, “A master? Yvonne claimed she did the surgery.”

Calvin swore in exasperation.

“Fat chance, I had her in class just yesterday, and she couldn’t even tell different surgical blades apart. And she’s supposed to perform surgery? The person who operated on Sexton is clearly an expert, a genius even! It kinda reminds me of Ulrich’s technique.”

Palmer nodded.

“Thanks, Professor Calvin, for looking after my grandfather.”

“That’s my job. Gonna make my rounds now.”

Calvin couldn’t stop thinking about the wound he’d seen as it was stitched up so beautifully!

If it weren’t for Sexton’s high–profile status, he’d have taken a photo to study it.

prodigy in the medical field, and also Marcel’s grandson. If he happened to be there and performed the surgery, it’s not out of the question.

he was in Marcel’s room

mistaking

with a phone, whispering, “Boss, Ms.

out a shriek and whipped out her phone.

trending list was the engagement between Yvonne

post even had detailed introductions of Palmer and Yvonne, pointing out that the Schnabel family

quoting Beckett from an event, “I, Beckett, only have one sister, and the Schnabel family will always have just

covertly gorging on the drama.

this high–profile engagement announcement about? It was like a tale of a mogul and a princess

bit the perfect lady, a match made in heaven

crowd’s buzzing–when’s the wedding?]

secretary was gobsmacked!

don’t have your photo,

her marbles? Posting so many edited pictures of herself, she doesn’t look anything

curled in a cold smirk, his whole being exuding a frosty

who knew him were aware that he was

flashed

who’s behind this, bankrupt those

“Right away!”

gifts for the Schnabel family.”

Mr. Pollack, did Ms. Schnabel’s reminder jog your memory about

has to be for Ms. Schnabel, and

assistant chimed in, “Are you daft? If Mr. Pollack

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scram just now. After buying such a crazy trending

silent. Right, Palmer did just kick Yvonne

you up to then,

of nobility, Palmer spoke calmly. “One’s for Ulrich to thank him

bit his

around, and you’re calling off the engagement? If he finds out, won’t he have a relapse from the shock?”

retorted. “You’re the dalt one. With Ms. Schnabel acting like this, buying that nutty trending topic, it

over an IPad and said, “Mr. Pollack, the Schnabel family does have. another daughter, Elara, currently

the

in a lab coat holding a test tube. seemingly

exclaimed, “Who would’ve thought the Schnabel family actually has another daughter, and she’s a genius at that, a postdoc at 18, an honorary fellow at the Harmonia Country Science Research Institute–now

Pollack, are you canceling the engagement

He didn’t have an engagement with every

not some Ms. Schnabel. Get the break–up gift ready, and I’m going to