The Killer Queen by Noella Briony

Chapter 6

What on earth was this girl yammering about? Did she have any idea who Professor Calvin is? The dude’s a top–notch doc who checks up on the bigwigs! Did she really think she can just hit him up whenever?

The nurse sneered. “If you can get through to Professor Calvin, I’ll bow down and apologize.”

*Kids these days. I tell ya. My son thinks he’s Ultraman or something.”

“Enough chit–chat, let’s kick her out already. A little time at the police station will knock some sense into her and show her where she stands.”

Right in front of everyone, Noella whipped out her phone and dialed a number.

A doctor nearby scoffed. “She’s just punching in random digits. At least save a fake ‘Calvin‘ in your contacts to make it look good.”

Noella was speechless.

It’s not like he’s that important. Why would she bother saving his number? She remembered it because he’d called way too many times.

The other end picked up quickly.

Noella hit the speakerphone.

“This is Noella. There’s something wrong with the meds you prescribed.”

A confident male voice responded, “So you’ve finally decided to join our lab? Wait, what did you say?”

“I’m at Imperial West Hospital. You prescribed licorice tablets for a patient with hypertensive heart disease.”

Calvin smacked his forehead. “Right, right, I did prescribe licorice tablets for a patient, but just once. The dosage is correct, strictly controlled.”

“You prescribed it five times. The patient is dead.”

Calvin said in disbelief, “Impossible! I have the prescription right here. I only signed off on it once, for the patient in room eight. Their blood pressure couldn’t handle too much licorice!”

Noella coolly replied. “So, you got it wrong.”

Calvin, in a frenzy on the other end, “Alright, my bad. If you’re willing to join our lab…”

“Your lab’s going nowhere. Count me out.” After saying that, she asked again, “Who is this?”

There was a pause on the line before he replied with this name.

Upon hearing his name, Noella hung up.

Calvin, still holding his phone, was dumbfounded.

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Chartere

sec! How could the prescription for bed eight

right away, or else there would be

to see that girl!

at the hospital, Noella, having hung up, tilted her chin up slightly and looked at the

say you’ll bow down and

And he was all gung–ho about inviting the girl in front to his lab!

medical staff were

now admitting he screwed up

got out, it would rock the

if Professor Calvin admits it, nobody knows which family’s kid

people this tough

stood there, her eyes coolly locking with

had an imposing presence that made people hesitate to meet his gaze. The air of authority. that comes with long–held power was

his gaze

“His.”

claimed to be from Marcel’s family! What a joke!

phone didn’t match the Schnabel family. How could she possibly be Marcel’s

you can eat junk food, but you can’t talk

her expression as tranquil as an ink wash painting, not a ripple to

seen.

locked eyes

that glance, Marcel felt a

to be his granddaughter. Those

she was young, with hints

eyes.

composed and graceful, making those rascals look

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amateurs!

with what he saw.

clamoring to

spy, out to get you! There’s definitely something off.

and

over. “Call

with the flow, stepping up to stand beside

“Grandpa.”

have you back.”

of medical staff, his smile vanishing instantly.

to butt in? Who said to take her away? I’d say you’re the spies!”

imagined that Noella was

upbringing and bully the Schnabel family’s young lady

to jelly at the thought.

we didn’t mean it. We didn’t know she was the young miss of

off. “Someone will be in

Their faces fell,

streaked with tears, looked at

calmly assured her. “Someone will help you, don’t worry.”

crying harder, sure

look for me. Is there anything in