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

turned out they were lying in wait, ready

out a mouthful of fresh blood and then

“Grandpa, Grandpa Sexton needs surgery to

nodded, completely trusting her judgment.

Leave the

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

Three hours later.

removed her mask, having completed a heart

still unconscious, but out

heading back. If Grandpa Sexton’s condition takes

over.

looked at his granddaughter’s sweat–soaked clothes, his

might be playing chess

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

in Marcel’s room must have been the work

room – killing two birds

patted her shoulder and said,

Marcel, and left

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

was the best daughter

lying on the bed with several tubes attached to him, appearing to

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

slowly opened his

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

the chicken soup she had prepared next to

this chicken soup for you myself. It’s

door as she

entrance, laden with

“Who are you?”

into the room, followed by a string of bodyguards. He

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

with a rugged and handsome profile, hist every move exuding nobility. His tie was crisp, his

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

and his gaze fell on the chicken soup in Yvonne’s hands.

frowned and said coldly. “Take your soup and get

Yvonne was stunned.

he be so harsh to

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

Yvonne, who

okay? I heard someone tampered with your medication.

I know what’s

a bit foggy, and he drifted back