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

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

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

a mouthful of fresh blood and then passed out again.

to drain

trusting

ahead. Leave the rest to

in the

Three hours later.

her mask, having completed a heart surgery

unconscious, but out of

takes a turn, call me and I’ll be right

over.

granddaughter’s sweat–soaked clothes, his heart

Noella, he might be playing chess with the Grim. Reaper

on home. I’ll handle the hospital stuff. And

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

Marcel’s room – killing

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

nodded, said goodbye to Marcel, and left the

over her clothes for a long time before walking in with a thermos in hand. She was determined to rack

best daughter of the Schnabel family!

door to the hospital room, she saw Sexton lying on the bed with

family, and I’ve come

slowly opened his eyes.

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granddaughter who was just with him not being

excitedly, setting the chicken soup she had prepared next to

you

towards the door as she spoke.

voice came from the entrance, laden with an indescribable authority and

“Who are you?”

followed by a string of bodyguards. He had cleaned out the entire hospital’s medical

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

a rugged and handsome profile, hist every move exuding nobility. His tie was crisp, his gold–rimmed glasses reflecting a

Schnabel. I’ve brought some soup I made

his gaze fell on the chicken soup in Yvonne’s

said coldly. “Take your soup and get

Yvonne was stunned.

be so harsh to her?

was his fiancée! Once he found out, he surely wouldn’t kick. her

at Yvonne, who was clearly, out of place in

tampered with your medication. I’m sorry

time. I know what’s going on. I had an episode just now, and I remember it was the Schnabel family’s granddaughter who saved

foggy, and he drifted back to sleep while talking to