The Killer Queen by Noella Briony

Chapter 13

Ashlyn was rushed to the hospital right on the spot.

Calvin packed up his medical gear and turned to the waiting Yvonne. “No biggle, the old lady’s just dealing with her usual issues. A few days of R&R, and she’ll be as good as new.”

Hearing Calvin say she was okay, Ashlyn slowly cracked open her eyes.

Playing sick was an old trick up her sleeve, and she just couldn’t believe that Tristan wouldn’t come running with his boys to apologize. When that happened, she would take the chance to send Yvonne back to the Schnabel family and keep that jinx in check.

Yvonne, almost too excited to speak, saw Calvin and was over the moon!

This was someone one would only hear about in the news. She never tagged along when Ashlyn saw the doctor before, so this was a first.

“Professor Calvin, I’m Yvonne, the granddaughter of the Schnabel family. I’m also into medicine. Would you consider taking me on as your apprentice?”

Calvin chuckled. “First time meeting the granddaughter of the renowned Mr. Marcel. Didn’t expect you to be into medicine, too.”

Yvonne shyly said. “Yeah, my grandparents aren’t in the best of health, and I want to study medicine to take good care of them.”

She hid a hint of resentment in her eyes.

It was all because Marcel told her to stay in her lane and not to dream about fighting over the Schnabel family fortune with the four sons, forbidding her to study business and finance and pushing her towards medicine instead.

She just couldn’t fathom why she, also a Schnabel kid, got the short end of the stick when it came to inheritance.

If she could stick close to Calvin, the whole Schnabel family would see she was the real deal!

Ashlyn snickered. “Yvonne’s my only granddaughter. If she could learn from you, Professor Calvin, I’d be content.”

The Schnabel sons were all quite the catch, and Calvin figured the daughter wouldn’t be far behind. He readily agreed, “Alright, Yvonne can shadow me for now, and if she’s got the chops, I’ll personally mentor her.”

Yvonne’s eyes sparkled with excitement. “Thank you, Professor Calvin!”

Calvin asked, “Have you published any core international papers or led any major research projects?*

Yvonne was speechless.

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What was that?

She didn’t even bother with regular classes, let alone have time for research. Couldn’t she just buy her way into that kind of thing?

Seeing her awkward expression, Calvin immediately got the picture–this girl was all show and no substance.

Too bad, since the Schnabel sons were all brilliant, and he was hoping to take on an apprentice like Ulrich.

“I’ve got rounds to make. Contact me in a couple of days.”

“Will do!”

West Hospital, Special Convalescent Ward

holding up alright. Keep up the exercise.” Calvin grinned at the old man

granddaughter’s coming later to take me out for some sun.”

up with a warm, grandfatherly smile at the

Palmer, who was there to see his grandpa Sexton.

my grandpa

are stable, but his

report and carefully went over it. “Thanks, Mr. Calvin. I’ve looked into

shots, with even

followed Palmer. “I’ve got some freshly roasted coffee beans in my office. Honor me with your presence,

the air was thick with the aroma of

incident is tied to the Cerulean Whale, a deep web hitman organization. They colluded with someone inside the

was shocked. “Foreign forces?”

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high–profile targets. A lot of foreign eyes are on them. Marcel’s attack was also their doing.”

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into a sweat. “Got it, thanks, Mr. Pollack,

not one for gossip, so what’s with bringing this up?”

especially those eyes filled with self–interest, which just made him

Pollack, Ms. Schnabel is not the right match

would definitely have a woman who complimented him

was surprised but just smiled gently, holding his coffee, and

night fell, the thick darkness cloaked

unsheathed and pressed against the vulnerable throat of the hitman.

was cold. “Where’s the head

the hitman’s eyes.

they took the orphanage

away with this? Cerulean Whale

organizations–Obelisk, Abyssal, and Cerulean Whale–were

rubbed her wrist and walked into a nearby underground

“Knock him dead!”

out that

fighters in the octagon were throwing punches straight

bowed before Noella. “Boss, someone’s called you out to fight, offering up a

“Head to the message room. I’m not stepping up

this way,

club was the Imperial City’s biggest information trading post,

VIP section, eyeing the auctioneer on stage, introducing the latest scoop.

S/E

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crackdown on the deep web, we’re starting at 50 grand.”

to throw the net over the deep web, where arms. dealers, smugglers, and hit squads were notoriously

wasn’t biting this

Obelisk Organization could be snuffed out that easily, it would’ve been

the intel sold for 60k.