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 under the

lying in wait, ready to

out a mouthful of fresh blood and then passed out

surgery to drain the hematoma. Let’s arrange the OR.”

completely trusting

the rest

were left in the

Three hours later.

removed her mask, having completed a heart surgery all by

was still unconscious, but out of danger.

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

over.

granddaughter’s sweat–soaked clothes, his

he might be playing chess with the Grim. Reaper by now.

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

Marcel’s room must have been the work

bomb in Marcel’s room – killing

Marcel patted her shoulder and said,

goodbye to Marcel,

She was determined to rack up enough brownie points in front of Sexton to let the old man see how perfect she

was the best daughter of the

Sexton lying on the bed with several

family, and I’ve come to see

opened his eyes.

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he remembered the Schnabel family’s granddaughter who was just with

the chicken soup she had

soup for you myself. It’s really good for your

towards the door as she

entrance, laden with an

“Who are you?”

followed by a string of bodyguards. He had cleaned out

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

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

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

and his gaze fell on the chicken soup in

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

Yvonne was stunned.

could he be so harsh to

definitely didn’t know that she was his fiancée! Once he found out, he surely wouldn’t kick. her out!

at Yvonne,

are you okay? I heard someone tampered with your

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

foggy, and he drifted back to sleep while