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

wait, ready to nab someone at the crucial moment.

of fresh blood

“Grandpa, Grandpa Sexton needs surgery to drain the hematoma.

completely trusting her judgment.

ahead. Leave the rest to me.”

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

Three hours later.

her mask, having completed a heart surgery all

unconscious, but

condition takes a turn, call me and

over.

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

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

you go on home. I’ll handle the hospital stuff.

room must have been the work of

in Marcel’s room – killing two birds

concern, Marcel patted her shoulder and said, “Don’t

Marcel, and

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 let the old man

best daughter

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

the Schnabel family, and I’ve come to

his

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remembered the Schnabel family’s granddaughter who was just with him not

nodded excitedly, setting the chicken soup she had prepared next

chicken soup for you myself. It’s really

glanced towards the door

voice came from the entrance, laden with an

“Who are you?”

followed by a string of bodyguards.

time that they were hard 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

black suit with a rugged and handsome profile, hist every move exuding

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

expression was icy, and his gaze fell on the chicken soup

said coldly. “Take your soup and get out.”

Yvonne was stunned.

could he be so harsh to her?

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

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

someone tampered with your medication. I’m

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 had an episode just now, and I

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