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

bombs earlier, she had spotted those special forces

lying in wait, ready to nab someone at the crucial moment.

spat out a mouthful of fresh

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

nodded, completely trusting her judgment.

the rest to me.”

demons or monsters were left in the hospital,

Three hours later.

her mask, having completed a

unconscious, but

condition takes a

over.

at his granddaughter’s sweat–soaked clothes,

lucky indeed. If it weren’t for Noella, he might be playing chess

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

in Marcel’s room must have been the work of

a bomb in Marcel’s room – killing

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

to Marcel, and left

over her clothes for a long time before walking in with a thermos in hand. She was determined to rack up enough brownie points in front of

best daughter of the Schnabel

door to the hospital room, she saw Sexton lying on the bed

Schnabel family, and I’ve come to see

his

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the Schnabel family’s granddaughter who was just with

soup she had

chicken soup for you myself. It’s really good for

glanced towards the door as she

laden with an

“Who are you?”

walked into the room, followed by a string of bodyguards.

they were hard to catch. So this time. Palmer 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

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

some soup I made for

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

and said coldly. “Take your soup and

Yvonne was stunned.

so

fiancée! Once he found out, he surely wouldn’t

Yvonne, who was clearly, out of

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

and speaking weakly, “It’s okay, you can’t be around all the time. I know what’s

a bit foggy, and