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

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

of fresh blood and then passed out

Sexton needs surgery to drain the hematoma. Let’s arrange

nodded, completely trusting her judgment.

ahead. Leave the

left in the hospital, Marcel would take care of them!

Three hours later.

completed a heart surgery all by herself.

still unconscious, but out of

heading back. If Grandpa Sexton’s condition takes

over.

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

might be

stuff.

pineapple bomb in Marcel’s room must have been the work of those bribed

a bomb in Marcel’s room –

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

said goodbye to Marcel, and left

entrance, Yvonne fussed over her clothes for a long time before walking in with a thermos in hand. She was determined to rack up enough

daughter of

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,

slowly opened his

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remembered the Schnabel family’s granddaughter who was just with

she had

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

glanced towards the door

came from the entrance, laden with

“Who are you?”

the room, followed by a string of bodyguards. He had

was only because Marcel hadn’t left any room for those people to come in last time that they were hard to catch. So this time. Palmer had deliberately left a loophole, and with a thunderous strike, the Cerulean Whale would find it as hard as climbing to heaven to meddle with Imperial. West

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

some soup I

fell on the chicken soup in Yvonne’s

coldly. “Take

Yvonne was stunned.

could he be so harsh

his fiancée! Once he

spare another glance at Yvonne, who was clearly,

I heard someone tampered with your medication. I’m sorry

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

and