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 under the

were lying in wait, ready to nab someone at the crucial

mouthful of fresh blood and then

needs surgery to drain the

completely trusting

Leave the rest to

demons or monsters were left in the

Three hours later.

mask, having completed a

still unconscious, but

back. If Grandpa Sexton’s condition takes a turn, call me and I’ll be

over.

granddaughter’s sweat–soaked clothes, his heart aching

was lucky indeed. If it weren’t for Noella, he might be playing chess with the

handle the hospital stuff. And those medics,

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

in Marcel’s room – killing two birds with

shoulder and said, “Don’t

said goodbye to Marcel, and left the

Yvonne fussed over her clothes 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 old man

the best daughter

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

Yvonne from the Schnabel family, and I’ve

opened his eyes. “Yvonne?”

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

the chicken soup she had prepared next to

for you myself. It’s really good for

towards the door as she spoke.

from the entrance, laden with an indescribable

“Who are you?”

a string of bodyguards. He

because Marcel hadn’t left any room for those people to come in last time that they were hard to catch. So this time. Palmer had deliberately left a loophole, and

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

some soup I made for Grandpa Sexton.”

was icy, and his gaze fell on the chicken soup in

said coldly. “Take your soup and get

Yvonne was stunned.

be so harsh

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

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

I heard someone tampered with your

weakly, “It’s okay, you can’t be around all the time. I know what’s going on. I had an episode

his mind a bit foggy, and he drifted