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 Convalescent

holding up alright. Keep up the exercise.” Calvin grinned at the old man

to take me out for some

warm, grandfatherly smile at

he bumped into Palmer, who was there to see his grandpa

Calvin, how’s my grandpa doing?”

but his blood pressure’s a bit high. Needs to watch

I’ve looked into that prescription issue. Could you come with

issue was a thorn in Calvin’s side. After all, the patients here were big shots, with even bigger shots

freshly roasted coffee beans in my office. Honor me with your

the air was thick with

with someone inside the hospital to tamper with your prescription. The culprits have been

shocked.

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lot of foreign eyes are on them. Marcel’s attack was also their

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sweat. “Got it, thanks, Mr. Pollack, I hear you’re engaged to the Schnabel

smile. “Mr. Calvin, you’re not one for

and uninspired face, especially those eyes filled with self–interest, which just made him

Schnabel is not the right match for

a woman who complimented him well, and Yvonne just didn’t

surprised but just smiled gently, holding his coffee, and said

darkness cloaked

the vulnerable throat

“Where’s the head

filled the hitman’s

she know they took

you think you can get away with this? Cerulean Whale

and Cerulean Whale–were rivals and

hitman fell, Noella rubbed her wrist and walked into a nearby underground

“Knock him dead!”

Take out that

crowd was going wild, and up on the stage, the fighters in the octagon were throwing punches straight

“Boss, someone’s called you

to the message room. I’m not

way, please.”

underground fight club was the Imperial City’s biggest information trading post, where news was auctioned off to

the VIP section, eyeing the auctioneer

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this piece of intel about the international crackdown on

throw the net over the deep

wasn’t biting this

could be snuffed out that easily, it would’ve been history by

the end, the intel sold