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

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

up, spat out a mouthful of fresh blood

surgery to drain the

nodded, completely trusting her judgment.

Leave the

monsters were left in the hospital, Marcel would take

Three hours later.

completed a heart surgery all by

was still unconscious, but out

Grandpa Sexton’s condition takes a turn, call

over.

his granddaughter’s sweat–soaked clothes, his heart

Noella, he might be

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

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

Marcel’s room – killing two

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

said goodbye to Marcel, and

thermos in hand. She was determined to rack up

best daughter

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

the Schnabel family, and

opened his

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

soup she had prepared next

you myself.

the door

from the entrance, laden with

“Who are you?”

bodyguards. He had cleaned out the entire hospital’s medical staff!

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

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

Yvonne Schnabel. I’ve brought some soup I made for Grandpa

expression was icy, and his gaze fell

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

Yvonne was stunned.

could he be so harsh

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

spare another glance at Yvonne, who was

heard someone tampered with

be around all the time. I know what’s going on. I had an episode just now, and I remember it was the Schnabel family’s granddaughter

had just woken up, his mind a bit foggy, and he drifted back to