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

ready to nab someone at the crucial moment.

mouthful of fresh blood and

surgery to drain the hematoma. Let’s

completely trusting

the rest to

were left in the hospital, Marcel would take care of

Three hours later.

a heart

still unconscious, but out of danger.

Grandpa Sexton’s condition takes a turn,

over.

sweat–soaked clothes, his heart aching

for Noella, he might be playing chess with

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

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

a bomb in Marcel’s room – killing two birds with

Marcel patted her shoulder and said,

nodded, said goodbye to Marcel, and left the hospital.

a long time before 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 Pollack

daughter of the Schnabel

lying on the bed

family, and I’ve come to see

slowly opened his eyes. “Yvonne?”

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he remembered the Schnabel family’s granddaughter who

excitedly, setting the chicken soup she

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

towards the door as she

from the entrance, laden with an

“Who are you?”

string of bodyguards. He had cleaned out the entire hospital’s

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

looked at Palmer, the man in the black suit with 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

icy, and his gaze fell on

frowned and said coldly. “Take your soup and get out.”

Yvonne was stunned.

could he be so harsh

that she was his fiancée! Once he

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

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

his 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

mind a bit foggy, and he drifted back to sleep