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

had spotted those special forces

turned out they were lying in wait, ready

mouthful of fresh blood and

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

trusting her judgment.

Leave the rest

left in the hospital, Marcel would take

Three hours later.

completed a heart surgery all by

but out of

I’m heading back. If Grandpa Sexton’s condition takes a turn, call

over.

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

was lucky indeed. If it weren’t for Noella, he might be

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

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

bomb in Marcel’s room

and said, “Don’t worry, there are cameras

to Marcel, and left the

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

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

family, and I’ve

opened his eyes.

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granddaughter who was just with him

soup she

this chicken soup for you

door as she spoke.

from the entrance, laden with

“Who are you?”

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

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

Palmer, the man in the black suit with a rugged and handsome profile, hist every move exuding

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

fell on the chicken soup

frowned and said coldly. “Take your soup and get out.”

Yvonne was stunned.

so harsh to

definitely didn’t know that she was his fiancée! Once he found out, he surely wouldn’t kick.

another glance at Yvonne, who was clearly, out of

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

all the time. I know what’s going on. I had an episode just now, and I remember it was the Schnabel family’s granddaughter

a bit foggy, and he