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

she was checking for bombs earlier, she had spotted those

wait, ready to nab

out a mouthful of fresh

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

completely trusting

ahead. Leave the rest to

left in the hospital, Marcel would take care of

Three hours later.

having completed a

still unconscious, but out of danger.

condition takes a turn, call me and I’ll

over.

sweat–soaked clothes, his heart aching for

weren’t for Noella, he might be playing chess

handle the hospital stuff. And

the pineapple bomb in Marcel’s room must have

room – killing two birds with

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

goodbye to Marcel, and left the

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

the best daughter of the Schnabel family!

she saw Sexton lying on the bed with several tubes attached to him,

Yvonne from the Schnabel family, and I’ve

slowly opened his

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come he remembered the Schnabel family’s granddaughter who was

chicken soup she had

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

door as she spoke.

from the entrance, laden with an indescribable authority

“Who are you?”

into the room, followed by a string of bodyguards. He had cleaned out the entire hospital’s

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

in the black suit with a rugged and handsome profile, hist every move exuding nobility. His tie was crisp, his gold–rimmed glasses

I’ve brought some

fell on the chicken soup in Yvonne’s hands.

“Take your

Yvonne was stunned.

could he be so harsh to her?

was his fiancée! Once he found out,

Palmer spoke, he didn’t spare another glance at Yvonne, who was clearly, out of place in the

someone tampered with your

be around all the time. I know what’s going on. I had

and he drifted back