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!”

Hospital, Special

you’re holding up alright. Keep up the exercise.” Calvin grinned at the old man resting in

granddaughter’s coming later to take me out for some sun.”

up with a warm, grandfatherly

he bumped into Palmer, who was there to see his

how’s my grandpa

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

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

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

coffee beans in my

thick with the aroma of six–figure

hitman organization. They colluded with someone inside the hospital to tamper

was shocked.

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elderly here are high–profile targets. A lot of foreign eyes are on

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“Got it, thanks, Mr. Pollack,

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

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

Mr. Pollack, Ms. Schnabel

complimented him well, and Yvonne just didn’t

gently, holding

fell, the thick darkness cloaked the city’s edges.

against the

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

the

they took the orphanage

think you can get away with this? Cerulean Whale

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

wrist and

“Knock him dead!”

out that clueless

fighters in the octagon were throwing punches straight

fight club owner bowed before Noella. “Boss, someone’s called you out to fight, offering up a cool 60

message room. I’m not stepping

way,

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

sat in the VIP section, eyeing the auctioneer on stage, introducing the

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about the international crackdown on the

throw the net over the deep web, where arms. dealers, smugglers,

biting