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

in wait, ready

spat out a mouthful of fresh blood and then passed out again.

up, “Grandpa, Grandpa Sexton needs surgery to drain the

trusting her judgment.

go ahead. Leave the rest to

in the hospital, Marcel would take

Three hours later.

a

unconscious, but

back. If Grandpa Sexton’s condition takes a turn, call

over.

at his granddaughter’s sweat–soaked clothes,

indeed. If it weren’t for Noella, he might be playing chess with the Grim. Reaper by

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

room must have been the work of those bribed

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

her shoulder and said, “Don’t worry,

Marcel, and left

long time before walking in with a thermos in 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

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

opened his

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Schnabel family’s granddaughter who was just with him not being

chicken soup she had prepared next

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

towards the door as she spoke.

entrance, laden with an indescribable

“Who are you?”

of bodyguards. He had

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

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

Yvonne Schnabel. I’ve brought some soup I made for Grandpa Sexton.”

his gaze fell on the chicken

frowned and said coldly. “Take your soup and

Yvonne was stunned.

so harsh

that she was his fiancée! Once

Yvonne,

tampered with your medication. I’m sorry for coming.

can’t be around all the time. I know what’s going on. I had an episode just now, and I remember it was the Schnabel

woken up, his mind a bit foggy, and he