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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sec! How could the prescription for bed eight be wrong? And someone died?

right away, or else there would be hell to

he’d get to see that girl!

hung up, tilted her chin up

you’ll bow down and apologize?”

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

staff were

was a leading figure in medicine, now admitting he screwed up a prescription!

out, it would

voice catching. “Even if Professor Calvin admits it,

tough to

there, her eyes coolly locking with Marcel’s.

people hesitate to meet his gaze. The air of authority. that comes with long–held power was all over Marcel; just

his gaze and

“His.”

claimed to be from

the phone didn’t match the

lady, you can eat junk food, but you can’t talk nonsense.”

serene, her expression as tranquil as an

seen.

eyes

that glance, Marcel felt a sudden

he knew this girl had to be his granddaughter. Those eyes. were the

was young, with

eyes.

and graceful, making those rascals look like

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amateurs!

pleased with what

staff were still clamoring to throw

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

and everyone clammed up like chickens.

waved Noella over.

flow, stepping up

“Grandpa.”

have you

swept over the group of medical staff, his smile vanishing instantly.

Noella Schnabel, and you dare to butt in? Who

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 her own grandfather?

jelly at the

We didn’t know she was the

off. “Someone will be in touch regarding

Their faces fell, staring at

floor, her face streaked

calmly assured her. “Someone will help

sure now that she had

take a look for me. Is there