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

had spotted those special forces soldiers hiding

ready to nab someone at the

just waking up, spat out a mouthful of fresh blood and then passed out again.

spoke up, “Grandpa, Grandpa Sexton needs surgery to drain

completely trusting her judgment.

the rest

or monsters were left in the hospital, Marcel would take care of them!

Three hours later.

her mask, having completed a heart surgery all by

was still unconscious, but out

takes a turn, call me

over.

clothes, his heart aching for

weren’t for Noella, he might be playing chess

I’ll handle the hospital stuff. And those medics, I’ll take care of them!”

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

in Marcel’s room – killing two birds with one

concern, Marcel patted her shoulder and said, “Don’t worry, there are

Marcel,

long time before walking in with a thermos in hand. She was determined to rack up enough brownie points in front of Sexton to let the old man see how perfect

daughter of

saw Sexton lying on the bed with several tubes attached to him, appearing to be deep in slumber.

Sexton? I’m Yvonne from the Schnabel family, and I’ve

slowly opened his eyes.

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he remembered the Schnabel family’s granddaughter who was just with him not

chicken soup she had prepared

Sexton, I made this chicken soup for you myself. It’s really good for your

towards the door as she spoke.

voice came from the entrance, laden with an indescribable

“Who are you?”

string of bodyguards. He had cleaned out

time that they were hard to catch. So this time. Palmer had deliberately left a loophole,

handsome profile, hist every move exuding nobility. His tie was crisp, his gold–rimmed glasses

brought some soup I

was icy, and his gaze fell on the chicken soup in Yvonne’s

frowned and said coldly. “Take your soup

Yvonne was stunned.

could he be so harsh to

definitely didn’t know that she was his fiancée! Once he found out, he surely wouldn’t

Yvonne, who was clearly, out of place in

I heard someone tampered with your medication. I’m sorry

I know what’s going

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