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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13:14

Chanter

spotted those

wait, ready

spat out a mouthful of

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

nodded, completely trusting her judgment.

go ahead. Leave the rest to me.”

left in the hospital, Marcel would take care

Three hours later.

her mask, having completed a heart surgery all by herself.

but

If Grandpa Sexton’s condition takes a

over.

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

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

you go on home. I’ll handle the hospital stuff. And those medics,

in Marcel’s room must have been the

a bomb in Marcel’s room – killing two birds with one

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

to Marcel, and left the

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 Sexton to let the old man

best daughter of the Schnabel family!

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

Schnabel family, and I’ve come to see you!”

his eyes.

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come he remembered the Schnabel family’s granddaughter who

nodded excitedly, setting the chicken soup she

soup for you myself. It’s really

glanced towards the door as she

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

“Who are you?”

string of bodyguards.

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

suit with a rugged and handsome profile, hist every move exuding nobility. His tie

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

and his gaze fell on the chicken soup in

frowned and said coldly. “Take your

Yvonne was stunned.

so harsh to

she was his fiancée! Once he found out, he surely wouldn’t kick. her out!

Palmer spoke, he didn’t spare another glance at Yvonne,

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

his hand, coughing several times and speaking weakly, “It’s okay, you can’t be around all the time. I know what’s going on. I had an

mind a bit foggy, and he drifted back to sleep