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

were lying in wait, ready to nab someone at the crucial

up, spat out a mouthful of fresh blood and then passed out

needs surgery to

nodded, completely trusting her

ahead. Leave the rest to me.”

demons or monsters were left in the hospital, Marcel would take care

Three hours later.

a heart surgery

unconscious, but out of danger.

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

over.

granddaughter’s sweat–soaked clothes, his

might be playing chess with

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

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

room – killing two birds with

shoulder and said, “Don’t worry, there

goodbye to Marcel, and

thermos in hand. She was determined to rack up enough brownie points in front of Sexton to let

best daughter of the

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

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

opened his

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who was

she had prepared next to Sexton’s

for you myself. It’s really good

door as she

the entrance, laden with an indescribable authority and dominance.

“Who are you?”

string of bodyguards. He had cleaned out the entire hospital’s medical

come in last 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

looked at Palmer, the man 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

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

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

and said coldly. “Take your soup

Yvonne was stunned.

could he be so harsh to her?

know that she was his fiancée! Once he found out, he surely wouldn’t kick. her

didn’t spare another glance at Yvonne, who was

someone tampered with

waved 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

foggy, and he drifted back to sleep while talking