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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bombs earlier, she had spotted those special

were lying in wait, ready to nab someone at the

of fresh blood and then passed out again.

spoke up, “Grandpa, Grandpa Sexton needs surgery to drain

trusting her

Leave the rest to

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

Three hours later.

a heart surgery all by herself.

but

heading back. If Grandpa Sexton’s condition takes a

over.

clothes, his heart aching for

weren’t for Noella, he might be playing chess with the Grim.

go on home. I’ll handle the hospital stuff. And those medics, I’ll take care of

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

room – killing two birds with

and said, “Don’t worry, there are cameras

nodded, said goodbye to Marcel, and left the hospital.

Yvonne 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 let the old man see how perfect she

the best daughter

to the hospital room, she saw Sexton lying on the bed with several tubes attached to him,

the Schnabel family, and

his eyes.

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

excitedly, setting the chicken soup she had prepared

you myself. It’s really good for your

glanced towards the door as

voice came from the entrance, laden with

“Who are you?”

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

they were hard to catch. So this time. Palmer had deliberately left a loophole, and with a thunderous strike, the

exuding nobility.

I’m Yvonne Schnabel. I’ve brought some soup I made for

was icy, and his gaze fell on the chicken soup in Yvonne’s hands.

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

Yvonne was stunned.

could he be so harsh to

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

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

with your medication. I’m sorry for coming.

the time. I know what’s going on. I had

a bit foggy, and he drifted