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

out they were lying in wait, ready to nab someone at the crucial moment.

waking up, spat out a mouthful of fresh

“Grandpa, Grandpa Sexton needs surgery to drain

trusting

ahead. Leave the rest to

left in the hospital,

Three hours later.

mask, having completed a heart

unconscious, but out

takes a

over.

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

If it weren’t for Noella, he might

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

must have been the

Sexton, planting a bomb in Marcel’s room – killing

said,

goodbye to Marcel, and

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 was for

the best daughter of the

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

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

his eyes. “Yvonne?”

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the Schnabel family’s granddaughter who

soup she had

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

glanced towards the door as she

entrance, laden with an indescribable authority and

“Who are you?”

a string of bodyguards. He had cleaned out the

they were hard to catch. So this time. Palmer had deliberately left a loophole,

move exuding nobility. His tie was crisp, his gold–rimmed glasses reflecting a cold light. radiating the aura

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

gaze fell

and said coldly. “Take your soup

Yvonne was stunned.

could he be so harsh to her?

Once he found out, he surely wouldn’t kick. her

spoke, he didn’t spare another glance at Yvonne, who was clearly, out

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

and he drifted back to