The Killer Queen ( Noella Briony ) novel Chapter 211

Malvina blinked, not quite catching what Ulrich had muttered under his breath.

Noella craned her neck from the passenger seat to look back at Ulrich and Malvina. "Ulrich, you haven’t been home for two days, thinking of heading back?"

Ulrich quickly whipped out his phone and used the camera as a mirror. "Talk about professional courtesy, they didn't go for my face! All good then, let's head back."

If Sienna saw a bruise on his face, the whole Schnabel family would be up all night worrying!

Once he confirmed his face was unscathed, Ulrich breathed a sigh of relief and glanced at Malvina beside him.

"Ms. Gruber, you should come too."

"Me? Really? It's so late, and I haven't even brought a gift for Sienna. It doesn't seem right to just show up unannounced."

Noella shook her head. "Don't worry about it, my mom has been asking about you. She's really looking forward to your visit."

The car's engine roared to life, heading towards the Schnabel Manor in the Phoenix Tower as the night grew deeper.

No sooner had they left when a car hidden in the reeds followed suit, disappearing into the opposite direction.

...

At the Schnabel Manor, the Schnabels were all asleep when Noella showed Malvina to the guest room before returning to her own.

No sooner had she stepped inside her room than her phone rang.

Annie's anxious voice came through the receiver, "Ms. Noella, are you awake? Could you please come check on Boss? He's not doing so well!"

Noella's brow furrowed slightly. "Where is he?"

"He's at the Pollack Mansion. He refuses to go to the hospital. Please come!"

"Give me two minutes."

The Pollack Mansion was just in the Dragon Tower, opposite to them. As Noella reached the entrance, she saw Annie, her clothes stained with blood, her face etched with worry.

"Ms. Noella! Boss is in his room, I'll take you to him."

The Pollack Mansion was a stark contrast to the lively Schnabel Manor, eerily quiet, with the sound of the courtyard fountain echoing clearly.

Pushing open Palmer's door, the scent of blood hit them hard.

"Why hasn't he gone to the hospital?" Noella asked, her frown deepening.

"Boss said it was nothing. We couldn't convince him, so we had to find you. Thank goodness you came."

Approaching Palmer, Noella saw his eyes shut tight, his wounds crudely tended to without signs of infection. Only the bandage on his wrist had come undone, the blood seeping through.

"Get the first aid kit."

"I'll get it right away!"

Annie dashed out and returned to find Noella's hand resting on Palmer's forehead, gauging his temperature.

He was burning up, likely a reaction to his injuries.

Noella re-dressed the wound on Palmer's wrist and checked the others, most of which were sustained during the South Flora Storage blast.

"Ms. Noella, is Boss going to be okay?"

"He'll be fine once the fever breaks. He should wake up then."

Relief washed over Annie. She'd been on edge all night, and now she could finally relax.

Noella looked at her with an imposing air. "Come here."