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

were lying in wait, ready to

of fresh blood and then

Grandpa Sexton needs surgery to drain

trusting her judgment.

Leave the rest

demons or monsters were left in the hospital, Marcel

Three hours later.

mask, having completed a heart surgery all by

but

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

over.

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

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

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

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

a bomb in Marcel’s room – killing

said, “Don’t worry, there are cameras

to Marcel, and left the

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

the best daughter

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

Yvonne from the Schnabel family, and

his eyes.

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who was just with him not being this

excitedly, setting the chicken soup she had prepared next to Sexton’s hand.

Sexton, I made this chicken soup for you myself. It’s really good for

the door as

entrance, laden with an indescribable authority

“Who are you?”

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

time. Palmer had deliberately left a loophole, and with a thunderous strike, the Cerulean Whale would find it as hard as climbing to

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

I’m Yvonne Schnabel. I’ve brought some soup I

gaze fell on the chicken soup in Yvonne’s hands.

said coldly. “Take your soup

Yvonne was stunned.

he be so

Once he found out, he surely

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

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

time. I know what’s going

foggy, and he drifted