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

the exercise.” Calvin grinned at the old man resting

to take

face lit up with a warm, grandfatherly smile at the mention of his granddaughter.

out, he bumped into Palmer, who was there

Calvin, how’s my grandpa doing?”

stable, but his blood pressure’s a bit high.

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

here were big shots, with even bigger shots recuperating upstairs, and they couldn’t afford any

roasted coffee beans in my

air was thick with the aroma

organization. They colluded with someone inside the hospital to tamper

was shocked. “Foreign

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it, thanks, Mr. Pollack, I hear you’re engaged to the Schnabel granddaughter?”

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

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

Mr. Pollack, Ms. Schnabel is

Palmer would definitely have a woman who complimented him well, and Yvonne just

smiled gently, holding his coffee, and said

darkness cloaked the city’s

pressed against the vulnerable

voice was cold. “Where’s the head of Heartfelt

filled the hitman’s eyes.

they took the orphanage head?

think you can get away with this? Cerulean Whale will soon replace your organization!”

web hitman organizations–Obelisk, Abyssal, and Cerulean Whale–were

wrist and walked

“Knock him dead!”

out

in the octagon were throwing punches

called you out to fight, offering up a

“Head to the message room. I’m not stepping up to the ring

this way, please.”

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

the VIP section, eyeing the

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international crackdown on the deep web, we’re starting at 50

outfits would try to throw the net over the deep web, where arms.

biting this one.