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 those special forces soldiers

ready to nab someone at the crucial

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

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

completely trusting her

Leave the rest to me.”

the hospital, Marcel would take

Three hours later.

having completed a heart surgery

unconscious, but out of

Sexton’s condition takes a turn, call me

over.

sweat–soaked clothes, his heart aching for

might be playing chess with the Grim.

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

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

Marcel’s room –

concern, Marcel patted her shoulder and said, “Don’t worry, there are cameras in my room.”

goodbye to Marcel,

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

best daughter

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

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

slowly opened his

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granddaughter who was just with him not

chicken soup she

you myself. It’s really good for

the door as she

from the entrance, laden with an

“Who are you?”

a string of bodyguards.

deliberately left a loophole, and with a thunderous strike, the Cerulean Whale would find it as hard as climbing to heaven to meddle with

at Palmer, the man 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 the

brought some soup

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

said coldly. “Take your soup

Yvonne was stunned.

could he be so

fiancée! Once he found out,

Yvonne, who was clearly, out of place in the room.

you okay? I heard someone tampered with your medication. I’m sorry for

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

and he drifted