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

she was checking for bombs earlier, she had spotted those special forces

turned out they were lying in wait, ready to nab

spat out a mouthful of fresh blood and then passed out

needs surgery to drain the hematoma.

nodded, completely trusting her judgment.

Leave the rest to me.”

in the hospital, Marcel would take care

Three hours later.

removed her mask, having completed a heart surgery all by

was still unconscious, but out

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

over.

at his granddaughter’s sweat–soaked clothes,

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

hospital stuff. And those

that the pineapple bomb in Marcel’s room must have

bomb in Marcel’s room – killing two

concern, Marcel patted her shoulder and said, “Don’t

Marcel, and left the hospital.

before walking in with a thermos in hand. She was determined to rack up enough brownie points in

was the best daughter of the

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

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

his eyes. “Yvonne?”

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

excitedly, setting the chicken soup she had prepared next to Sexton’s

I made this chicken soup for you myself. It’s really good

towards the door as she

from the entrance, laden with an indescribable authority and

“Who are you?”

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

had deliberately left a loophole, and with a thunderous strike, the Cerulean Whale would find it as hard as

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!

some soup

icy, and his gaze fell

and said coldly. “Take your soup and get

Yvonne was stunned.

so

didn’t know that she was his fiancée! Once he found out,

spoke, he didn’t spare another glance at Yvonne, who was clearly, out of place in the

you okay? I heard someone tampered with your medication. I’m sorry for

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

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