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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checking for bombs earlier, she had spotted those special forces soldiers hiding under the

lying in wait, ready

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

up, “Grandpa, Grandpa Sexton needs surgery to drain the hematoma. Let’s arrange the OR.”

completely trusting her judgment.

go ahead. Leave the rest to me.”

the

Three hours later.

mask, having completed a heart surgery

unconscious, but out

takes a turn, call me

over.

sweat–soaked clothes, his heart

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

hospital stuff.

room must have been the work of those bribed medics.

room – killing

said, “Don’t worry, there are cameras in my

goodbye to Marcel,

in hand. She was determined to rack up enough brownie points in front of Sexton to let the old man see

daughter of the

room, she saw Sexton lying on the bed with several tubes attached

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

his

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granddaughter who

the chicken soup she had

soup for you myself. It’s really

towards the door as

came from the entrance, laden with an

“Who are you?”

string of bodyguards. He

Marcel hadn’t left 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 Whale would find it as

exuding nobility. His

I’ve brought some soup I made for Grandpa

was icy, and his gaze fell on the

coldly. “Take

Yvonne was stunned.

so harsh to her?

Once he found out, he surely wouldn’t kick. her out!

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

are you okay? I heard someone tampered with your medication.

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 remember it was the

a bit foggy, and he drifted back to sleep