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

lying in wait, ready to

mouthful of fresh

surgery to

completely trusting

Leave the

the hospital, Marcel would take care of

Three hours later.

having completed a heart

was still unconscious, but out of danger.

back. If Grandpa Sexton’s condition takes a turn, call me and

over.

granddaughter’s sweat–soaked clothes,

Noella, he might be playing chess with the

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

that the pineapple bomb in Marcel’s room must have been

room – killing two

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

to Marcel, and left the

was determined to rack up enough brownie points

daughter

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

family, and I’ve come to see you!”

slowly opened his eyes. “Yvonne?”

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family’s granddaughter who was just with

nodded excitedly, setting the chicken soup she had prepared

for you

door as she spoke.

came from the entrance, laden with an indescribable authority and

“Who are you?”

by a string of bodyguards. He had cleaned out the

catch. So this time. Palmer had deliberately left a loophole, and with a thunderous strike, the Cerulean Whale would find it as

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

Schnabel. I’ve brought some soup

and his gaze fell

frowned and said coldly. “Take your

Yvonne was stunned.

be so harsh

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

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

heard someone tampered with your medication.

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

mind a bit foggy, and he drifted back to sleep while