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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prescription for bed eight be wrong? And someone died?

right away, or else there would be hell to

get to

up, tilted her chin

you say you’ll bow down

the line! And he was all

staff were

in medicine, now admitting he screwed

it would rock the entire

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

tough to crack

eyes coolly

people hesitate to meet his gaze. The air of authority. that comes with long–held power

met his gaze

“His.”

was speechless. This girl claimed to

the girl had used on the phone didn’t match the Schnabel family. How could she possibly be

eat junk food, but

an ink wash painting, not a

seen.

locked eyes with

glance, Marcel felt a sudden

had to be his granddaughter. Those eyes. were the spitting image of those

when she was young, with hints

eyes.

even more composed and graceful, making those rascals look like

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amateurs!

increasingly pleased with

still clamoring to throw

girl’s gotta be a spy, out to get you! There’s definitely something off. I’ll call security right now.”

hand for silence, and everyone clammed

over. “Call

with the flow, stepping up

“Grandpa.”

have you

swept over the group of medical staff, his smile vanishing

and you dare to butt in? Who said to take her away? I’d say you’re

staff never imagined that Noella was actually Marcel’s

the Schnabel family’s upbringing and bully the Schnabel family’s young lady in front of

to jelly at the

know she was the young miss of your

waved them off. “Someone will be in

knew what that meant. Their faces

streaked with tears, looked

“Someone will

harder, sure now

“Girl, take a look for me.