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 the

lying in wait, ready to nab

out a mouthful of fresh blood and then passed out

to drain the hematoma. Let’s arrange

nodded, completely trusting her judgment.

go ahead. Leave the

left in the hospital,

Three hours later.

mask, having completed a heart surgery all

but out of danger.

If Grandpa Sexton’s condition takes a turn,

over.

sweat–soaked clothes,

he might

stuff. And those

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

planting a bomb in Marcel’s room – killing two birds

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

to Marcel, and left the

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 best daughter of the

hospital room, she saw Sexton lying on the bed with

family, and I’ve come to see you!”

slowly opened his eyes.

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

the chicken soup she had prepared

I made this chicken soup for you myself. It’s really good for your recovery!”

glanced towards the door as she spoke.

laden with an

“Who are you?”

string of bodyguards. He had cleaned out the

time. Palmer had deliberately

Palmer, the man in the black suit with a rugged and handsome profile, hist every move exuding

some soup

fell on the chicken

said coldly. “Take your soup and get

Yvonne was stunned.

could he be so harsh to

she was his fiancée! Once he

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

tampered with your medication. I’m

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

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