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!”

West Hospital, Special Convalescent Ward

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

My granddaughter’s coming later to take me out for

grandfatherly smile

into Palmer, who was there

Calvin, how’s my

a medical report. “All vitals are stable, but his blood pressure’s a bit high. Needs to watch his

looked into that prescription issue. Could you come with me for a

thorn in Calvin’s side. After all, the patients here were big shots,

beans in my

with the aroma of

Cerulean Whale, a deep web hitman organization. They colluded with someone inside the hospital to tamper with your

was shocked. “Foreign

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lot of foreign

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broke into a sweat. “Got it, thanks, Mr. Pollack, I

a smile. “Mr. Calvin, you’re not one for gossip, so what’s with bringing this

uninspired face, especially

you trust my judgment, Mr. Pollack, Ms. Schnabel is not the

woman who complimented him well, and Yvonne

surprised but just smiled gently, holding his coffee,

fell, the thick darkness cloaked the

the vulnerable throat of

cold. “Where’s the head of

the hitman’s

know they took

with this? Cerulean Whale will

Abyssal, and Cerulean Whale–were

Noella rubbed her wrist and walked into a nearby underground fight club.

“Knock him dead!”

Cheetah! Take out that clueless guy!”

and up on the stage, the fighters in the octagon were throwing punches straight

“Boss, someone’s called you out

her head. “Head to the message room. I’m not

this way,

trading post, where news

the VIP section, eyeing

S/E

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about the international crackdown on the deep web, we’re

net over the deep web, where arms. dealers, smugglers, and hit

biting this

out that easily, it would’ve been

the end, the intel