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!”

Imperial West Hospital, Special

you’re holding up alright. Keep up the exercise.” Calvin grinned at the old

old. My granddaughter’s coming later to take me out for

warm, grandfatherly smile at the mention of his granddaughter.

into Palmer, who was there to see his grandpa Sexton.

my grandpa

medical report. “All vitals are stable, but his

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

in Calvin’s side. After all, the patients here were big shots,

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

office, the air was thick with

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

shocked.

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

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thanks, Mr. Pollack, I hear you’re engaged to the Schnabel

not one for

shallow and uninspired face, especially

you trust my judgment, Mr. Pollack, Ms. Schnabel

like Palmer would definitely have a woman who complimented him well, and Yvonne just didn’t fit the

holding his coffee,

night fell, the thick darkness cloaked the

against the

cold. “Where’s the head of Heartfelt Orphanage?”

filled the hitman’s eyes.

did she know they took the orphanage

get away with this? Cerulean Whale will

three major deep web hitman organizations–Obelisk, Abyssal, and Cerulean Whale–were rivals and checks

Noella rubbed her wrist and walked into a nearby underground fight club.

“Knock him dead!”

Take out that clueless

up on the stage, the fighters in the

Noella. “Boss, someone’s called you out to fight, offering up a cool 60 mil.”

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

this way, please.”

the Imperial City’s biggest information trading post, where news was auctioned off

on, Noella sat in the VIP section, eyeing the auctioneer on stage, introducing the latest

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international crackdown on the deep web,

international outfits would try to throw the net over the deep web, where

biting this

snuffed out that easily, it would’ve been

end, the intel