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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was checking for bombs earlier, she had spotted those special forces soldiers hiding

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

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

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

trusting her judgment.

ahead. Leave the rest

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

Three hours later.

having completed a heart surgery all

was still unconscious, but

condition takes a turn, call me and I’ll

over.

his granddaughter’s sweat–soaked clothes,

If it weren’t for Noella, he might be playing chess with the

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

guessed that the pineapple bomb in Marcel’s room must have been the work of those

a bomb in Marcel’s room – killing two

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

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

for 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

the best daughter of

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

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

his

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Schnabel family’s granddaughter who was just

soup she had prepared

you myself.

the door as she spoke.

crisp voice came from the entrance, laden

“Who are you?”

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

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

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 cold

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

expression was icy, and his gaze fell on the

and said coldly. “Take

Yvonne was stunned.

he be so harsh

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

didn’t spare another glance at Yvonne, who

you okay? I heard someone tampered with your medication.

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

and