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 Ward

Keep up the exercise.” Calvin grinned at the

My granddaughter’s coming later to take

up with a warm, grandfatherly smile at

into Palmer, who was there to see

Calvin, how’s my grandpa doing?”

report. “All vitals are stable, but his blood pressure’s

carefully went over it. “Thanks, Mr. Calvin. I’ve looked into that

After all, the patients here were big shots, with

Palmer. “I’ve got some freshly roasted coffee beans

with the aroma of six–figure coffee

web hitman organization. They colluded with someone

shocked. “Foreign forces?”

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lot of foreign eyes are on

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broke into a sweat. “Got it, thanks, Mr. Pollack, I hear you’re engaged to

up with a smile. “Mr. Calvin, you’re not one for gossip, so

recalling Yvonne’s beautiful but shallow and uninspired face, especially those eyes

Ms. Schnabel is not the right match for

have a woman who complimented him

just smiled gently, holding his coffee, and said

thick darkness

blade unsheathed and pressed against the vulnerable throat of the hitman.

cold. “Where’s the head

the

did she know they took the orphanage

can get away with this? Cerulean Whale

deep web hitman organizations–Obelisk, Abyssal, and Cerulean Whale–were rivals and checks

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

“Knock him dead!”

Cheetah! Take out that clueless guy!”

stage, the fighters in the octagon were

club owner bowed before Noella. “Boss, someone’s called you out to fight, offering up a cool 60

message room. I’m not stepping up to the ring today.”

this way, please.”

information trading post, where

in the VIP section, eyeing the auctioneer

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13:12

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this piece of intel about the international crackdown on the deep web, we’re starting at 50

the deep

wasn’t biting

could be snuffed out that easily,

the end, the intel sold for 60k.