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.

Chap

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!”

Hospital, Special

exercise.” Calvin grinned at the

to take me

with a warm, grandfatherly smile at the

out, he bumped into Palmer, who

my grandpa

his blood pressure’s a bit high.

went over it. “Thanks, Mr. Calvin. I’ve looked into that prescription issue. Could

Calvin’s side. After all, the patients here were big shots, with even bigger shots recuperating upstairs,

roasted coffee beans in my office. Honor me with your presence, Mr.

air was thick with the aroma of six–figure coffee

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

was shocked.

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his coffee. “The elderly here are high–profile targets. A lot of

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

a smile. “Mr. Calvin, you’re not one

beautiful but shallow and uninspired face, especially those eyes filled with self–interest, which just made

Ms. Schnabel is not the right match for

have a woman who complimented him well,

smiled gently, holding his coffee, and said no

thick darkness cloaked the city’s edges.

and pressed against the

voice was cold. “Where’s the

the

they took

Fool, you think you can get away with this? Cerulean Whale will soon

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

fell, Noella rubbed her wrist and walked into a

“Knock him dead!”

out

crowd was going wild, and up on the stage, the fighters in the octagon

someone’s called you out to fight, offering up a cool 60 mil.”

to the message room. I’m

this way,

club was the Imperial City’s biggest information trading post,

VIP section,

S/E

13:12

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about the international crackdown on the deep

deep web, where arms.

biting