The Killer Queen by Noella Briony

Chapter 19

Marcel’s eyes lit up!

That’s right, Noella was one heck of a healer, and a darn good one at that.

Now, his prescriptions were all penned by Noella herself, and she checked on him before every dose.

With his precious granddaughter around, what could possibly go wrong for Sexton?

The door to the hospital room swung open, and a few medical staff with masks stood at the entrance.

“Mr. Marcel, Sexton has passed out, and we need to take him to the operating room now.”

They obviously came prepared. Their faces were covered up tight, not letting anyone get a glimpse of who they really were.

Marcel snorted coldly. “I’d like to see, with me right here, who dares to take Sexton away!”

The medics were expressionless and spoke in a deep tone. “It’s crucial to take care of Sexton’s health. If something happens to him in your room, the Pollack family will hold you accountable. and even you won’t be able to explain it away. Better hand him over to us.”

Marcel was furious. “Bullshit! I’ve never heard of anyone daring to mess with me! Anyone who threatened me is six feet under in the old battlefield. You think you can too?”

The medics were speechless. They exchanged glances, a silent communication passing between them.

The lead medic stepped forward, actually attempting to lay hands on Marcel and forcibly take Sexton away!

“Mr. Marcel, no offense, but Sexton’s condition is critical, and we must take him!”

Noella’s needles swiftly

naked eye.

pierced Sexton’s acupuncture points, moving at speeds invisible to the

Before the medics could get any closer, Sexton’s eyes snapped open. He kicked the leading doctor square in the chest with a heavy foot.

“Get the hell away from me!”

The doctor, caught off guard by Sexton’s sudden resistance, was holding a sharp little knife, its blade glinting with a chilling light!

Marcel sneered, “So it was Sexton you were after.”

Guards that had been lying in wait under the bed sprang out, quickly apprehending the dazed medics.

Noella was silent.

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Chanter

earlier, she had spotted those special forces

were lying in wait, ready to nab someone at the crucial

mouthful of fresh blood

spoke up, “Grandpa, Grandpa Sexton needs surgery to drain the hematoma. Let’s

trusting her judgment.

go ahead. Leave the

the hospital, Marcel would take care

Three hours later.

her mask, having completed a

unconscious, but

heading back. If Grandpa Sexton’s condition takes a turn, call me and I’ll

over.

looked at his granddaughter’s sweat–soaked clothes, his heart

indeed. If it weren’t for Noella, he might be playing chess with the Grim. Reaper by

home. I’ll handle the hospital stuff. And those

the pineapple bomb in Marcel’s room must have been the work of those

room – killing

shoulder and said, “Don’t worry, there are cameras

Marcel, and left

long time before walking in with a thermos in hand. She was determined to

was the best daughter

saw Sexton lying on the bed with

Schnabel family, and I’ve come to see

opened his eyes.

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granddaughter who was just with

soup she had prepared next to Sexton’s

made this chicken soup for you myself.

door as she

crisp voice came from the entrance, laden with an indescribable authority

“Who are you?”

followed by a string of bodyguards. He had cleaned out the

had deliberately left a loophole, and with a thunderous

at Palmer, the man in the black suit with a rugged and handsome profile, hist every move exuding nobility. His tie was crisp, his gold–rimmed glasses reflecting a cold light. radiating

brought some

fell on the chicken soup in Yvonne’s hands.

said coldly. “Take your soup

Yvonne was stunned.

so

she was his fiancée! Once he found out, he

at Yvonne, who was clearly, out

you okay? I heard someone tampered with your medication. I’m sorry

times and speaking weakly, “It’s okay, you can’t be around all the time. I know what’s going on. I had an episode just now, and I remember it was the Schnabel family’s granddaughter who

up, his mind a bit foggy, and he drifted back to sleep while talking to