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

Keep up the exercise.” Calvin grinned at the old man

to take me out

warm, grandfatherly smile

he bumped into Palmer, who was there to see

Calvin, how’s my grandpa doing?”

but his blood pressure’s a bit high. Needs to watch

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

prescription issue was a thorn in Calvin’s side. After all, the patients here were big shots, with even

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

thick with the aroma of six–figure coffee

with someone inside the

was shocked.

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nodded, sipping his coffee. “The elderly here are high–profile targets. A lot of foreign eyes are

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thanks, Mr. Pollack, I hear you’re

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

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

my judgment, Mr. Pollack, Ms. Schnabel is not the right match for

who complimented him well, and Yvonne just

surprised but just smiled gently, holding

thick darkness cloaked the

unsheathed and pressed against the

voice was cold. “Where’s the head of

the hitman’s eyes.

they took the orphanage head?

you think you can get away with this?

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

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

“Knock him dead!”

Take out

wild, and up on the stage, the fighters in the octagon were throwing punches straight for their opponents‘

called you out to fight, offering up

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

this way,

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

on, Noella sat in the VIP section, eyeing the

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

throw the net over the deep web, where arms. dealers, smugglers, and hit squads were notoriously

wasn’t biting