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

spotted those special forces soldiers hiding under

wait, ready to nab someone

out a mouthful of fresh blood and

spoke up, “Grandpa, Grandpa Sexton needs surgery to drain the hematoma. Let’s

completely trusting

the rest to me.”

the hospital, Marcel would

Three hours later.

her mask, having completed a heart surgery all by herself.

but

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

over.

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

was lucky indeed. If it weren’t for Noella, he might

the hospital stuff. And

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

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

her shoulder and said, “Don’t

to Marcel, and left the hospital.

fussed over her clothes for a long time before walking in with a thermos in hand. She was determined to

was the best daughter

saw Sexton lying on the bed with several tubes attached to him, appearing to

the Schnabel family, and I’ve

slowly opened his eyes. “Yvonne?”

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Schnabel family’s granddaughter who was just

she had prepared next

soup for you

towards the door

laden with an indescribable authority and dominance.

“Who are you?”

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

last time that they were hard to catch. So this time. Palmer had deliberately left a loophole, and with a thunderous strike, the Cerulean Whale would find it as hard as climbing to heaven to meddle with Imperial. West Hospital again!

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

brought some soup I made for Grandpa Sexton.”

and his gaze fell on the chicken

said coldly. “Take your soup

Yvonne was stunned.

be so harsh to

Once he found out, he surely

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

tampered with your medication. I’m

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

a bit foggy, and he drifted back to