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

had spotted those special forces soldiers

they were lying in wait, ready to nab someone

out a mouthful of

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

completely trusting her

Leave the rest to

demons or monsters were left in the

Three hours later.

removed her mask, having completed a heart surgery

still unconscious, but

takes a turn, call me and I’ll be

over.

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

Noella, he might be playing

on home. I’ll handle the hospital stuff. And those medics, I’ll take care

room must have been the work

a bomb in Marcel’s room – killing two birds with one stone.

and said, “Don’t worry, there are

nodded, said goodbye to Marcel, and

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

best daughter of the

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

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

his

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Schnabel family’s granddaughter who was just with him not being this

soup she had prepared next

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

glanced towards the door as

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

“Who are you?”

string of bodyguards. He had cleaned out the

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

suit with a rugged and handsome profile, hist every move exuding nobility. His

I’m Yvonne Schnabel. I’ve brought some soup I made for Grandpa Sexton.”

icy, and his gaze fell

frowned and said coldly. “Take your soup and get

Yvonne was stunned.

he be so harsh

definitely didn’t know that she was his fiancée! Once

spare another glance at Yvonne, who was clearly, out

tampered with your medication. I’m sorry for coming. late.”

waved 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 an episode just now, and I

mind a bit foggy, and he drifted back to sleep while