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

out they were lying in wait, ready to nab someone

spat out a mouthful of

surgery to drain the hematoma. Let’s arrange the

trusting

Leave the rest to

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

Three hours later.

removed her mask, having completed a

still unconscious, but

condition takes a turn, call me and I’ll be right

over.

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

he might be playing chess with the Grim.

home. I’ll handle the hospital stuff. And those medics, I’ll take care of them!”

that the pineapple bomb in Marcel’s room must

in Marcel’s room – killing two

and said, “Don’t worry, there are cameras in my room.”

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

daughter

lying on the bed with several tubes attached

family, and I’ve come to see

slowly opened his

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

setting the chicken soup she had

you myself. It’s really good for your

door as she spoke.

the entrance, laden with an indescribable authority

“Who are you?”

the room, followed by a string of bodyguards. He

catch. So this time. Palmer had deliberately left a loophole, and with a thunderous

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 aura of

I’ve brought some soup I made for

fell on the

said coldly. “Take your soup and

Yvonne was stunned.

be so harsh

definitely didn’t know that she was his fiancée! Once

at Yvonne, who was clearly,

tampered with your medication. I’m sorry for coming.

what’s going on. I had an episode

a bit foggy, and he drifted back to sleep