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 hiding under

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

spat out a mouthful of fresh blood and

surgery to drain the hematoma. Let’s arrange the OR.”

completely trusting her judgment.

Leave the rest to me.”

or monsters were left in the hospital, Marcel

Three hours later.

having completed a

was still unconscious, but out of

takes a turn, call

over.

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

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

on home. I’ll handle the hospital stuff.

the pineapple bomb in Marcel’s room must have been

a bomb in Marcel’s room – killing two birds with one stone.

and said, “Don’t worry, there are cameras

goodbye to Marcel, and

walking in with a thermos in hand. She was determined to

was the best daughter

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

Schnabel family, and I’ve come to

his

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the Schnabel family’s granddaughter who was

the chicken soup she had prepared

made this chicken soup for you

the door as she spoke.

the entrance, laden with an indescribable authority

“Who are you?”

room, followed by a string of bodyguards. He

that they were hard to catch. So this time. Palmer had deliberately left

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

Schnabel. I’ve brought some soup I made for

and his gaze fell on the chicken

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

Yvonne was stunned.

he be so harsh to

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

spoke, he didn’t spare another glance at Yvonne, who was clearly, out

heard someone tampered with your medication. I’m

okay, you can’t be around all the time. I know what’s going on. I had an episode just now, and I remember

foggy, and he drifted