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

checking for bombs earlier, she had spotted those special forces soldiers hiding

turned out they were lying in wait, ready to nab someone at

waking up, spat out a mouthful of fresh

Grandpa Sexton needs surgery to drain

trusting her

go ahead. Leave the rest

demons or monsters were left in the

Three hours later.

mask, having completed a heart surgery all by herself.

still unconscious, but out of danger.

I’m heading back. If Grandpa Sexton’s condition takes a turn, call me and I’ll be

over.

looked at his granddaughter’s sweat–soaked clothes, his heart

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

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

the pineapple bomb in Marcel’s room must have

bomb in Marcel’s room –

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

Marcel,

walking in with a thermos in hand. She was determined to rack up enough brownie points in front of Sexton to let the

the best daughter

pushed open the door to the hospital room, she saw Sexton lying on the bed with several tubes attached to him, appearing to be deep

Sexton? I’m Yvonne from the Schnabel family, and I’ve come to see you!”

slowly opened his

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family’s granddaughter who was just

she

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

the door as she

the entrance, laden with an indescribable authority and

“Who are you?”

a string of bodyguards. He had cleaned out

time. Palmer had deliberately left a loophole,

looked at Palmer, the man in the black suit with a rugged and handsome profile, hist every move exuding nobility. His tie was

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

and his gaze fell on the chicken

“Take your soup and get out.”

Yvonne was stunned.

could he be so harsh

know that she was his fiancée! Once

glance at Yvonne, who was clearly, out of place

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 going on. I had an episode just now, and I

bit foggy, and he drifted back