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

How could the prescription for bed eight

get to Imperial West Hospital right away,

to see that girl!

having hung up, tilted her chin up

bow

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

staff

medicine, now admitting he

got out, it would rock the entire

admits it, nobody knows which family’s kid you are.

people this tough to crack nowadays?

eyes coolly locking with

his gaze. The air of authority. that comes with long–held power was all over Marcel;

his gaze and

“His.”

claimed to be from Marcel’s family!

was sure that the name the girl had used on the phone

you can eat junk food, but you can’t

as an ink wash painting, not a ripple

seen.

eyes with

glance, Marcel felt a sudden

had to be his granddaughter. Those eyes. were

when she was young, with hints of

eyes.

composed and graceful, making those rascals look like

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amateurs!

increasingly pleased with what

still clamoring

be a spy, out to get you! There’s definitely

for silence, and everyone clammed up like chickens.

waved Noella over. “Call

with the flow, stepping up to

“Grandpa.”

to have you back.”

of medical staff, his smile

granddaughter, Noella Schnabel, and you dare to butt in? Who said to take her away? I’d say

that Noella was actually

upbringing and bully the Schnabel family’s young lady in front of her own grandfather?

legs turned to jelly

she was the young miss

off. “Someone will be in touch regarding

what that meant. Their faces fell, staring at Noella behind Marcel.

streaked with tears, looked

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

sure

look for me. Is there anything in