The Killer Queen

[Boss, since when did you start caring about these conferences?)

Polaris Star gets bombarded with invites every year Noella always thought of them as nothing more than gatherings of so–called Industry Insiders putting on airs. Pelaris Star had its own well–oiled machine internally. There wasn’t any need to network or expand resources at these conferences. It was the organizers who were desperate to connect with Polaris Star by any means necessary.

[Ive changed my mind. How’s the investigation going?

[Pheeda managed to snag a medical report on Lavinia Richardson, and it looks fishy. You better take a look yourself.]

Reviewing the medical report on her phone, Noella’s brow furrowed slightly.

She’d had her suspicions about Lavinia’s condition and had Polaris Star’s people look into it. The data in the report only confirmed her hunch!

Seeing Noella engrossed in her phone, Palmer placed some peeled shrimp on her plate. “Is everything alright?”

Polaris Star’s intemal communications were in code, indecipherable to those not trained to understand it,

Noella quickly sent a message to Professor Calvin and put away her phone.

“Nothing. Just discussing Grandpa’s medication with Professor Calvin. And Grandpa Sexton’s prescriptions seemed off. This moming. I spotted a few discrepancies.”

Now responsible for Sexton and Marcel’s health, Noella occasionally gave the old gentlemen massages. However, Marcel, not wanting to burden his granddaughter, often had Uinch, his strong and knowledgeable grandson, do it instead.

Spotting issues with Sexton’s medication that morning had raised Noella’s concern.

“Grandpa’s medication was off?”

“It seems Grandpa Sexton caught a cold and chose his own medication.”

There were a few more medications Noella needed to discuss with Calvin.

Calvin’s reply came quickly

[You are interested in a case? Great, swing by the hospital when you have time, and we’ll talk.]

[See you later today.]

After replying. Noella put away her phone. “Sorry for interrupting the meal,”

Jacob quickly interjected. “No worries! Whether you’re checking on the old man’s health or playing games, it’s all good here. Palmer spoils you rotten!”

While he spoke, he worried that Palmer might not express himself well and nudged him under the table.

Palmer chuckled helplessly. “Of course, Noella can do whatever she pleases here. Although, if it’s gaming. I hope she’ll play with me.”

His tone was filled with adoration.

Elara shivered at his words. “You better keep your word, or Noella might not marry you! You wouldn’t believe how many folks at the lab have been asking me for Noella’s contact info!”

But Elara hadn’t given it to a single one. Material © NôvelDrama.Org.

Those balding researchers, despite their hairless heads, were dreaming of being with her sweet and innocent sister!

Jacob tumed serious. “Elara, got your eye on anyone?”

Elara rolled her eyes. “Why would I fall for someone who’s worse at experiments, has less hair, less money, less looks, and throws their back out lifting a water jug compared to me? I’ve called several Sir before leaming they’re younger than me!”

The mere thought made Elara see stars. Men like Jacob, who found a partner in the lab, were rare gems. Elara had seen photos of a young Jacob at Sexton’s place; it was no wonder a young Lavinia fell for him.

Elara kept Lavinia’s condition from Jacob, It was Lucian who said Lavinia was frail and couldn’t handle stress.

Jacob nodded. “You’re young, so

so no rush for love. As for that lab mess, FL handle it.”

“Can you, though? Mr. Pollack, I thought you hated the backstabbing in the lab?”

“When it’s about you, like or dislike doesn’t matter. It’s all important.”

Bara smirked.

After dinner, Noella had the kitchen pack some meals, planning to take them to Ulrich still tied up in surgery

Jacob checked his watch. “Noella, sorry, but I need to borrow Palmer for a bit I retum himn later.”

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His tone made it seem as though Palmer was Noella’s to lend.

They were merely engaged, Jacob didn’t need her permission to take Palmer. Yet, Jacob made it sound perfectly natural, and Palmer seemed to have no objections.

Noella merely nodded. “As you wish”

Jacob patted Palmer on the shoulder, “Let’s pick up your grandma. She’s anxious to return after hearing about Elara

Palmer’s grandmother, a recluse living in a nursing home, seldom wished to see visitors, not even her own grandchildren. However, news of her second son having a daughter and wanting to see Palmer’s fiancée had her eager to leave.

Palmer glanced at Noella, explaining softly. Tve mentioned my grandmother before–she’s a tough character. I didn’t want to scare you, so I thought we’d wait. We’ll arrange a meeting when the time’s right.”

“Fine by me.”

Palmer and Jacob were nervous about meeting Old Mrs. Pollack!

Knowing her reputation for being peculiar, Palmer wasn’t sure how she’d react to Noella and feared she might say something off–putting. It was better to meet her first, give her a heads–up, and avoid scaring off his fiancée!

At the hospital, in the emergency department, Noella placed the packed lunchbox she was carrying on Ulrich’s office desk.

Elara pointed towards the ward. “I think I just saw Grandpa Lucian there, I’ll go check on him. Can you wait here for Ulrich? And hey, if a stranger tries to chat you up, just ignore them, okay?”

Noella sighed in exasperation. “I’m not a toddler, Elara.”

The Schnabels always treated Noella like a child, often seeming eager to do everything for her.

No sooner had Elara left than Calvin barged into the office.

“Wow, that smells amazing. I haven’t had lunch either, and Dr. Schnabel’s surgery won’t be over for a while. Maybe I’ll just help myself!”

Noella replied coolly, “Not happening. Hands off.”

“That’s so unfair!” He handed Noella the medical files he had prepared earlier, his eyes wide with feigned sadness as his hand sneakily reached for the lunchbox Noella had prepared.

Without looking up. Noella said, “The two boxes on the left are yours; don’t touch the rest.”

Calvin gasped in surprise. He knew she wouldn’t let him starve!

Noella’s attention remained fixed on the medical files in her hands.

She was surprised. “So, my suspicions were correct. Lavinia’s illness is due to external stressors and medication reactions.

Which meant, someone had been deliberately agitating Lavinia’s mind, causing her to break down n time and again!