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 hiding under the

lying in wait, ready to nab someone at

just waking up, spat out a mouthful of

Grandpa Sexton needs surgery to drain the hematoma. Let’s arrange the

trusting her

ahead. Leave the rest to me.”

were left in the hospital, Marcel would take care of them!

Three hours later.

having completed a heart surgery all by

but out

takes a

over.

sweat–soaked clothes, his heart aching

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

stuff. And

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

in Marcel’s room – killing two birds with

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

goodbye to Marcel, and

entrance, 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

daughter

pushed open the door to the hospital room, she saw Sexton lying on the bed with several tubes attached to him, appearing to be deep

the Schnabel family, and I’ve come

slowly opened his eyes.

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he remembered the Schnabel family’s granddaughter who

chicken soup she had

chicken soup for you myself. It’s really

the door

voice came from the entrance, laden with

“Who are you?”

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

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

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

Pollack, I’m Yvonne Schnabel. I’ve brought some soup I made for Grandpa

icy, and his gaze fell on the chicken soup in Yvonne’s

frowned and said coldly. “Take your soup and get

Yvonne was stunned.

could he be so harsh to her?

that she was his fiancée! Once he found

Palmer spoke, he didn’t spare another glance at Yvonne, who was

with your medication. I’m

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

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