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

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

ready

a mouthful of fresh blood and then passed

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

trusting her judgment.

go ahead. Leave the

monsters were left in the hospital, Marcel would take

Three hours later.

a heart surgery

but out

Grandpa Sexton’s condition takes a turn, call me and I’ll

over.

granddaughter’s sweat–soaked clothes, his heart aching

for Noella, he might be playing chess with the Grim. Reaper

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

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

Sexton, planting a bomb in Marcel’s room –

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

Marcel, and left the hospital.

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 to

best daughter of the Schnabel family!

room, she saw Sexton lying on the bed with

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

slowly opened his eyes.

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he remembered the Schnabel family’s granddaughter who was just with him

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

chicken soup for you myself. It’s really good

the door as she

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

“Who are you?”

into the room, followed by a string of bodyguards. He

time that they were hard to catch. So this time. Palmer had deliberately left a

and handsome profile, hist every move exuding nobility. His tie was crisp, his gold–rimmed glasses reflecting a cold light. radiating

Pollack, I’m Yvonne Schnabel. I’ve brought some

was icy, and his gaze fell on the

coldly. “Take

Yvonne was stunned.

he be so harsh

definitely didn’t know that she was his fiancée! Once

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

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

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

and