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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bombs earlier, she had spotted those special

in wait, ready to nab

of fresh

needs surgery to drain the hematoma. Let’s arrange the

nodded, completely trusting

the rest to

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

Three hours later.

mask, having completed a

but out of

heading back. If Grandpa Sexton’s condition takes

over.

clothes, his heart aching for

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

I’ll handle the hospital stuff. And

guessed that the pineapple bomb in Marcel’s room must have been the work of those bribed medics.

Sexton, planting a bomb in Marcel’s room –

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

nodded, said goodbye to Marcel, and left the hospital.

hospital entrance, Yvonne fussed 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 Sexton

was the best daughter of

pushed open the door to the hospital room, she saw Sexton lying on the

family, and I’ve come to see you!”

his eyes.

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the Schnabel family’s granddaughter who was just with him not being this one?

the chicken soup she had prepared next to Sexton’s hand.

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

glanced towards the door as

from the entrance, laden with an indescribable authority and dominance.

“Who are you?”

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

because Marcel hadn’t left any room for those people to come in last time that they were hard to catch. So this time. Palmer had deliberately left a loophole, and with a

looked at Palmer, the man in the black suit with a rugged and handsome profile, hist every move exuding nobility. His tie was crisp,

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

and his gaze fell on the

“Take your soup and get

Yvonne was stunned.

could he be so harsh to her?

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

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

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

around all the time. I know what’s going on. I had an episode just now, and I

mind a bit foggy, and he