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

checking for bombs earlier, she had spotted those special forces soldiers hiding under the bed.

wait, ready to nab someone at

up, spat out a mouthful of fresh blood and then passed out

surgery to drain

nodded, completely trusting her judgment.

the

monsters were left in the hospital, Marcel would take

Three hours later.

completed a heart surgery all by herself.

unconscious, but out of danger.

back. If Grandpa Sexton’s condition takes a

over.

at his granddaughter’s sweat–soaked clothes,

for Noella, he might be playing chess with the

handle the hospital stuff. And those medics, I’ll take care

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

in Marcel’s room – killing two

and said, “Don’t worry,

said goodbye to Marcel, and left

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 she was for the Pollack family!

the best daughter of the Schnabel

Sexton lying on the bed with several tubes attached to him, appearing to be deep

Yvonne from the Schnabel family, and I’ve

opened his eyes.

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remembered the Schnabel family’s granddaughter who was just

setting the chicken soup she had prepared

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

glanced towards the door as she spoke.

crisp voice came from the entrance, laden

“Who are you?”

the room, followed by a string of bodyguards. He had

had deliberately left a loophole, and with a thunderous strike, the Cerulean Whale would find it as hard as climbing to heaven to meddle with Imperial. West Hospital

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

Pollack, I’m Yvonne Schnabel. I’ve brought some soup

icy, and his gaze fell on the chicken soup in

and said coldly. “Take your soup and

Yvonne was stunned.

he be so harsh to her?

definitely didn’t know that she was his fiancée! Once he

another glance at Yvonne, who was clearly,

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

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

just woken up, his mind a bit foggy, and he drifted back to sleep while talking to Palmer.