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

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

wait, ready to nab someone at the crucial moment.

mouthful of fresh blood

needs surgery to drain the hematoma. Let’s

trusting her

go ahead. Leave the rest

in the hospital, Marcel would

Three hours later.

a heart

was still unconscious, but out of

condition takes a turn, call me

over.

clothes, his heart aching

he might be playing chess with the Grim.

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

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

a bomb in Marcel’s room – killing

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

said goodbye to Marcel, and left

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 front

the best daughter of the Schnabel

she saw Sexton lying on

Schnabel family, and I’ve come to see

slowly opened his eyes. “Yvonne?”

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come he remembered the Schnabel family’s granddaughter who was just with

excitedly, setting the chicken soup she had prepared next to

made this chicken soup for you myself. It’s

the door as she

laden with an indescribable authority

“Who are you?”

string of bodyguards. He had

room for those people to come in last time that they were hard to catch. So this time. Palmer had deliberately left a loophole,

looked at Palmer, the man in the black suit with a rugged and handsome profile, hist every move exuding nobility. His tie was crisp, his

some soup I

was icy, and his gaze fell on the chicken soup in

frowned and said coldly. “Take your

Yvonne was stunned.

could he be so harsh

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

spoke, he didn’t spare another glance at Yvonne,

I heard someone tampered with your medication. I’m

okay, you can’t be around all the time. I know what’s going on. I had an episode just now,

bit foggy, and