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

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

wait, ready to

up, spat out a mouthful of fresh

to drain the hematoma. Let’s

nodded, completely trusting her judgment.

Leave the rest

were left in the hospital,

Three hours later.

a heart surgery all by

was still unconscious, but

Sexton’s condition takes a turn, call me and I’ll be

over.

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

he might be playing chess with the

on home. I’ll handle the hospital stuff.

must have been the work of those

a bomb in Marcel’s room – killing two

shoulder and said,

to Marcel, and left the

a 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 old man see

daughter of

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

the Schnabel family, and

slowly opened his eyes. “Yvonne?”

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family’s granddaughter who

the chicken soup she had prepared next to Sexton’s

I made this chicken soup for you

glanced towards the door as she spoke.

laden with an indescribable authority

“Who are you?”

a string of bodyguards. He had

only because 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 hard as climbing to heaven to meddle with Imperial. West Hospital

exuding nobility. His tie was crisp, his gold–rimmed glasses reflecting a

brought some soup I made

expression was icy, and his gaze fell on the chicken soup in Yvonne’s hands.

“Take your

Yvonne was stunned.

so

that she was his fiancée! Once

another glance at Yvonne, who was

with

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 remember it was the

and he drifted back to