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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13:14

Chanter

spotted those special forces soldiers hiding under the

ready to nab

mouthful of

needs surgery to drain the hematoma. Let’s arrange

nodded, completely trusting her

go ahead. Leave the rest

were left in the hospital, Marcel would take care of

Three hours later.

mask, having completed a heart

was still unconscious, but out of

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

over.

his granddaughter’s sweat–soaked clothes, his heart

Noella, he might be playing chess with the Grim.

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

Marcel’s room must have been the work of those

Marcel’s room – killing two birds

and said, “Don’t worry,

to Marcel,

with a thermos in hand. She was determined to rack up enough brownie points in front of Sexton to let the old man see how perfect she was

daughter of the Schnabel

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

Schnabel family, and I’ve

his eyes.

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

soup she had prepared next to Sexton’s

for you myself. It’s

door as

from the entrance, laden with an indescribable

“Who are you?”

the room, followed by a string of bodyguards. He had cleaned out the

room for those people to come in last time that they were hard to catch. So this time. Palmer had deliberately left a loophole, and

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

brought some soup I made for

fell on the chicken

coldly. “Take your soup and get out.”

Yvonne was stunned.

could he be so harsh to her?

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

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

someone tampered with your medication.

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

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