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

were lying in wait, ready

just waking up, spat out a mouthful of fresh blood and then passed

up, “Grandpa, Grandpa Sexton needs surgery to drain the hematoma.

completely trusting her

Leave the rest to

or monsters were left in the

Three hours later.

removed her mask, having completed a heart surgery all

still unconscious, but out of danger.

back. If Grandpa Sexton’s condition takes

over.

his granddaughter’s sweat–soaked clothes, his heart

for Noella, he might

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

pineapple bomb in Marcel’s room must

bomb in Marcel’s room –

and said, “Don’t

goodbye to Marcel, and left the

the hospital entrance, 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 best daughter

Sexton lying on the bed with several tubes attached to

Schnabel family, and I’ve come

slowly opened his eyes. “Yvonne?”

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remembered the Schnabel family’s granddaughter who

soup she had prepared next to Sexton’s hand.

I made this chicken soup for you myself. It’s

door as

laden with an indescribable

“Who are you?”

by a string of bodyguards. He

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 with a thunderous strike,

every move exuding nobility. His tie was crisp, his gold–rimmed glasses

Pollack, I’m Yvonne Schnabel. I’ve brought some soup I made for Grandpa Sexton.”

fell

frowned and said coldly. “Take your

Yvonne was stunned.

he be so harsh to her?

she was his fiancée! Once he found out,

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

someone tampered with your medication. I’m sorry for coming. late.”

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

bit foggy, and he drifted