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

earlier, she had spotted those special forces soldiers hiding

in wait, ready to nab someone at the crucial moment.

out a mouthful of fresh blood and then passed out again.

to drain

trusting

go ahead. Leave the

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

Three hours later.

her mask, having completed a heart surgery all by herself.

was still unconscious, but out of danger.

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

over.

granddaughter’s sweat–soaked clothes, his heart aching

Noella, he might be playing

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

pineapple bomb in Marcel’s room must

a bomb in Marcel’s room

patted her shoulder and said, “Don’t worry, there are cameras

Marcel, and left

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

best daughter

lying on the bed with several tubes attached to him, appearing to be

family, and I’ve come

his eyes.

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granddaughter who was just with him not being this one?

the chicken soup she had prepared next to Sexton’s hand.

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

the door as she

entrance, laden with an indescribable

“Who are you?”

followed by a string of bodyguards. He

time. Palmer had deliberately left a loophole, and with

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 a king!

Schnabel. I’ve brought some soup

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

and said coldly. “Take

Yvonne was stunned.

so harsh to her?

his fiancée! Once he found out, he surely wouldn’t

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

okay? I heard someone tampered with your medication.

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

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