The Killer Queen by Noella Briony

Chapter 6

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

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

away, or else there

he’d get to

having hung up, tilted her chin up slightly and

you say you’ll bow down

Calvin’s voice on the line! And he was all gung–ho about inviting the girl in front

staff were

medicine, now admitting

would rock

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

tough

stood there, her eyes coolly

imposing presence that made people hesitate to meet his gaze. The air of authority. that comes with long–held power was all over Marcel; just one look from him

his gaze and pointed.

“His.”

claimed to be from Marcel’s family! What a

on the phone didn’t match the Schnabel

junk food, but you

serene, her expression as tranquil as an ink wash painting,

seen.

eyes with Marcel.

felt a sudden

had to be his granddaughter. Those eyes.

was young, with hints of

eyes.

more composed and graceful, making

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amateurs!

increasingly pleased with

clamoring to throw

this girl’s gotta be a spy, out to get you! There’s definitely something off. I’ll call security right

silence, and

waved Noella over. “Call

stepping up to stand beside

“Grandpa.”

to have

group of

Who said to take her away? I’d say you’re the spies!”

imagined that Noella was actually Marcel’s granddaughter!

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

turned to jelly

didn’t know she was

will be

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

her face streaked with tears, looked at Noella

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

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