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

out they were lying in wait, ready to nab someone at

a mouthful of fresh blood

to drain

trusting her judgment.

Leave the rest to

the hospital, Marcel would take

Three hours later.

a heart surgery all by

still unconscious, but out

takes a

over.

looked at his granddaughter’s sweat–soaked clothes, his

he might be playing chess with the

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

Marcel’s room must have been the work of

Sexton, planting a bomb in Marcel’s room – killing two birds

said,

to Marcel, and left the hospital.

long time before walking in with a thermos in hand. She was determined to rack up enough

was the best daughter of the Schnabel family!

pushed open the door to the hospital room, she saw Sexton lying on the bed with several tubes attached to him, appearing to be deep in slumber.

Yvonne from the Schnabel family, and I’ve come

his eyes.

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

soup she had prepared next

this chicken soup for you

door as she spoke.

entrance, laden with

“Who are you?”

room, followed by a string of bodyguards. He had

this time. Palmer had deliberately left a loophole, and with a thunderous strike, the Cerulean Whale would

every move exuding nobility. His tie was crisp, his gold–rimmed glasses reflecting a cold light. radiating the aura of a king!

some soup I made for

his gaze fell on the

coldly. “Take your soup and get

Yvonne was stunned.

he be so harsh to

his fiancée! Once he

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

with your medication. I’m sorry for

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

mind a bit foggy, and