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

bombs earlier, she had spotted

were lying in wait, ready to nab

of fresh

up, “Grandpa, Grandpa Sexton needs surgery to drain

completely trusting

go ahead. Leave the rest

demons or monsters were left in the hospital, Marcel would take

Three hours later.

mask, having completed a heart surgery all

unconscious, but out of

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

over.

sweat–soaked clothes, his heart

Noella, he might be playing chess

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

guessed that the pineapple bomb in Marcel’s room must

in Marcel’s room – killing two birds with one stone.

Marcel patted her shoulder and said, “Don’t worry, there

to Marcel, and left

hand. She was determined to rack

daughter of the Schnabel

to the hospital room, she saw Sexton lying on the bed with several tubes attached to him, appearing to

I’m Yvonne from the Schnabel family, and I’ve come

slowly opened his

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remembered the Schnabel family’s granddaughter who was just with him not

setting the chicken soup she had prepared

you myself. It’s really good

the door as

entrance, laden with

“Who are you?”

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

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 Hospital again!

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

Yvonne Schnabel. I’ve brought some

was icy, and his gaze fell on the

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

Yvonne was stunned.

be so harsh

know that she was his fiancée! Once he

spare another glance at Yvonne, who was clearly, out of

with your medication. I’m

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

mind a bit foggy, and he drifted back to sleep while talking