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

had spotted those special forces soldiers

lying in wait, ready to nab someone at the crucial

a mouthful of fresh blood and then

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

trusting

the rest to

monsters were left in the hospital, Marcel would take care of them!

Three hours later.

removed her mask, having completed a heart surgery all

was still unconscious, but out

Sexton’s condition takes a turn,

over.

his granddaughter’s sweat–soaked clothes, his

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

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

guessed that the pineapple bomb in Marcel’s room must

room – killing two birds

her shoulder and said, “Don’t worry,

goodbye to Marcel,

to rack up enough brownie points in front of Sexton to let the

was the best daughter of the

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

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

opened his

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Schnabel family’s granddaughter who was just

soup she had prepared next to Sexton’s hand.

Sexton, I made this chicken soup for you myself. It’s really good for your recovery!”

towards the door

laden with an

“Who are you?”

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

any room for those people to come in last time that they were hard to catch. So this time. Palmer had deliberately left

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

some soup I

expression was icy, and his gaze fell on the chicken soup in Yvonne’s hands.

frowned and said coldly. “Take

Yvonne was stunned.

so

his fiancée! Once he found out, he surely wouldn’t kick. her

spare another glance at Yvonne, who was clearly, out of place in the

with your medication. I’m

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