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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she had spotted those special forces soldiers hiding

lying in wait, ready to

spat out a mouthful of fresh blood and then passed

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

nodded, completely trusting her judgment.

ahead. Leave the rest

demons or monsters were left in the hospital, Marcel would take

Three hours later.

having completed a heart surgery all

was still unconscious, but out of

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

over.

sweat–soaked clothes, his

If it weren’t for Noella, he might be playing

hospital stuff. And those

the pineapple bomb in Marcel’s room must have been the work of those bribed medics.

a bomb in Marcel’s room –

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

said goodbye to Marcel, and left

hand. She was determined to rack up enough brownie points in front of Sexton to let the old man see how perfect she

the best daughter of the Schnabel family!

Yvonne pushed open the door to the hospital room, she saw Sexton lying on the bed with several

the Schnabel family, and I’ve come to see you!”

slowly opened his eyes. “Yvonne?”

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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 really good for your

towards the door as she spoke.

voice came from the entrance, laden with an

“Who are you?”

string of bodyguards. He had cleaned out the entire hospital’s

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,

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

I’ve brought some

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

“Take your soup

Yvonne was stunned.

he be so harsh

was his fiancée! Once he found out, he surely wouldn’t

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

are you okay? I heard someone tampered with

several times and speaking weakly, “It’s okay, you can’t be around all the time. I know what’s going

foggy, and he drifted back to sleep while talking to Palmer.