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

they were lying in wait, ready to nab someone at

a mouthful of fresh blood and then passed out again.

surgery to drain the hematoma. Let’s arrange the

completely trusting

the rest

in the hospital, Marcel

Three hours later.

mask, having completed a heart surgery all by

but out of danger.

I’m heading back. If Grandpa Sexton’s condition takes a turn, call me and I’ll be

over.

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

was lucky indeed. If it weren’t for Noella, he might be playing chess with the Grim. Reaper by now.

I’ll handle the hospital stuff.

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

Marcel’s room –

her shoulder and said,

said goodbye to Marcel, and

time before walking in with a thermos in hand. She was determined to rack

best daughter of the Schnabel family!

the hospital room, she saw Sexton lying on the bed with several tubes

I’m Yvonne from the Schnabel family, and I’ve come

slowly opened his eyes.

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come he remembered the Schnabel family’s granddaughter who was just with him not being this

the chicken soup she had

soup for you myself. It’s really

the door as she

from the entrance, laden with an indescribable authority and

“Who are you?”

string of bodyguards. He had

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

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 cold light. radiating the

I’ve brought some soup I made for Grandpa

was icy, and his gaze fell on the

“Take

Yvonne was stunned.

could he be so harsh to her?

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

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

someone tampered with your medication. I’m sorry

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

just woken up, his mind a bit foggy, and he drifted back to sleep