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.

in the medical field, and also Marcel’s grandson. If he happened to be there and performed the surgery,

in Marcel’s room when Sexton fell ill.

confused post–surgery, mistaking the grandson for the

bodyguard walked in with a phone, whispering, “Boss, Ms. Schnabel

let out a shriek and whipped out her

trending list was the engagement between Yvonne and Palmer!

Yvonne, pointing

Beckett, only have one sister,

was covertly

like a tale of a mogul and a princess in

the perfect lady, a match made in heaven

buzzing–when’s

was gobsmacked!

they don’t have your photo,

Yvonne lost her marbles? Posting so many edited pictures of herself, she

smirk, his whole being exuding

who knew him were aware

glint flashed in

icily, “Scrub the post, find out who’s behind this, bankrupt those marketing accounts, and

“Right away!”

gifts for the Schnabel

all excited. “Aww, Mr. Pollack, did Ms. Schnabel’s reminder jog your memory about your engagement, and now you’re off to

has to be for Ms. Schnabel, and the

Mr. Pollack was going to propose, he wouldn’t

13:15

Chap 20

told Ms, Schnabel to scram just now. After buying such a crazy trending topic, how could he go ask

Right, Palmer

are you up to then, Mr.

calmly. “One’s for Ulrich to thank him for saving Grandpa. the other’s for

secretary almost bit

grandfather has just come around, and you’re calling off the engagement? If he finds out, won’t he have a relapse from the

the dalt one. With Ms. Schnabel acting like this, buying that nutty trending topic, it Mr. Pollack doesn’t

an IPad and said, “Mr. Pollack, the Schnabel family does have. another daughter, Elara, currently doing research in Emerald

the iPad.

expressionless face, Elara, in a lab

at that, a postdoc at 18, an honorary fellow at the Harmonia Country Science Research Institute–now there’s the true daughter of the Schnabel family!”

canceling the engagement with this Ms. Schnabel

silent. He didn’t have an engagement

got an engagement with the Schnabel family, not some Ms. Schnabel. Get the break–up gift ready, and I’m going to call it