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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13:14

Chanter

spotted those special forces soldiers

in wait, ready to nab someone at the crucial

up, spat out a mouthful of fresh blood and then

spoke up, “Grandpa, Grandpa Sexton needs surgery to drain the hematoma. Let’s arrange

completely trusting her judgment.

the rest

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

Three hours later.

completed a heart surgery

still unconscious, but out

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

over.

looked at his granddaughter’s sweat–soaked clothes, his heart aching for her.

indeed. If it weren’t for Noella, he might be playing chess

handle the hospital stuff. And

bomb in Marcel’s room must have been the work of

room – killing two birds with one stone.

shoulder and said, “Don’t worry, there

to Marcel, and left the hospital.

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 old man see how perfect she was

the best daughter of

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

Schnabel family, and I’ve come

opened his eyes.

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remembered the Schnabel family’s granddaughter who was just with

chicken soup she

for you

towards the door as she spoke.

entrance, laden with an indescribable

“Who are you?”

followed by a string of bodyguards.

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

rugged and handsome profile, hist every move exuding nobility.

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

expression was icy, and his gaze fell

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

Yvonne was stunned.

could he be so

know that she was his fiancée! Once

spoke, he didn’t spare another glance at Yvonne, who was clearly, out of place in the

are you okay? I heard someone tampered with your medication. I’m

can’t be around all the time. I know what’s going on. I had an episode

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