The Killer Queen ( Noella Briony ) novel Chapter 215

On the highway, an understated yet luxurious Rolls-Royce Cullinan was trailed by another car not far behind.

Mizar, on duty for Polaris Star, had an acuity that stood out from the rest.

Noella gave a slight nod. "How long has it been following us?"

"Five minutes. It's been on our tail since we hit the overpass."

Shortly thereafter, Noella's phone buzzed with a new message.

After Mizar clocked the suspicious vehicle, she snapped a photo of its license plate and sent the vehicle owner's details straight to Noella's phone.

"Lorne? Wasn't he supposed to be in the hospital?"

Why was Lorne's car following her? Could it be he realized she was the one who performed that surgery on him?

Included in the data sent was the car's recent travel log. Last night, it was parked at South Flora Storage, just a stone's throw from the underground fight club!

In all her years, this was the first time someone had tailed her!

"Boss, want me to shake off this car?"

"No need. Let's pretend we haven't noticed. Since he's suspicious, let's not reveal any more than we need to."

Palmer's gaze turned frosty.

Was someone trying to make a move on his fiancée right under his nose?

"Do you know this Lorne?"

Noella shook her head. "Not really. I just happened to perform a surgery on him as a favor."

Lorne, the eldest grandson of the Richardson family, had taken over the bulk of the family's enterprises, carving out a significant niche for himself in the antique world at a young age!

Now, the Richardson holdings had doubled since Lucian's time, all thanks to Lorne's efforts. Only, much of those holdings weren't exactly above board, far more than the legitimate side of the business!

A chill flickered in Palmer's eyes. "With Lorne's sharpness, he probably suspects you were the one in the OR."

Noella shrugged. "So what if he suspects? I'm not about to admit anything."

"Why not? Afraid of the hassle?"

"Yeah. I don't know him well, and I don't want to get reported for lacking medical credentials."

Palmer seemed taken aback, but then chuckled softly, the vibration reverberating through his chest and felt by Noella beside him.

Was it that amusing? She'd only made an offhand comment.

Palmer knew it was all in jest. Lorne was also familiar with the international warzone. If he knew that the surgeon was none other than the infamous Phantom Surgeon Lunaris, he'd probably be over the moon.

But Palmer was particularly fond of Noella's attitude of keeping her distance from others!

After he finished laughing, he looked up at Noella. "If my fiancée is worried about trouble, let me take care of it."

Palmer pulled out his phone and dialed a number.

Holding Noella's hand, he coldly instructed the person on the other end, "Warn Lorne. He's overstepped."

"Yes, Mr. Pollack."

Meanwhile, Lorne, upon receiving the message on his phone, raised an eyebrow in silent amusement.

It seemed Palmer was also in that car, and his actions had been noticed.

With Palmer's keenness, it would've been odd if he hadn't detected Lorne's arrangement.