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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13:14

Chanter

spotted those special forces soldiers hiding under

lying in wait, ready to nab someone

a mouthful of fresh blood and

spoke up, “Grandpa, Grandpa Sexton needs surgery to drain the

trusting her judgment.

Leave the

left in the hospital, Marcel would take care of them!

Three hours later.

completed a heart surgery all

was still unconscious, but

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

over.

sweat–soaked clothes, his heart aching for

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

go on home. I’ll handle the hospital stuff.

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

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

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

to Marcel, and left the hospital.

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 old man see how perfect she was for the Pollack

daughter of

on the bed with several tubes attached to him, appearing to be

I’m Yvonne from the Schnabel family, and I’ve come to

his eyes.

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remembered the Schnabel family’s granddaughter who was just with him not

the chicken soup she had

soup for you myself. It’s really good for your recovery!”

the door as she

came from the entrance, laden with an indescribable authority and dominance.

“Who are you?”

walked into the room, followed by a string of bodyguards. He

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, the Cerulean

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

Yvonne Schnabel. I’ve brought some soup I made

and his gaze fell on the chicken

“Take your soup and get out.”

Yvonne was stunned.

he be so

didn’t know that she was his fiancée! Once he found out, he surely

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

with your medication.

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

mind a bit foggy, and he