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

out they were lying in wait, ready to nab someone at

spat out a mouthful of

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

nodded, completely trusting

ahead. Leave the

demons or monsters were left in the hospital, Marcel would take care of

Three hours later.

having completed a heart

was still unconscious, but out of danger.

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

over.

his granddaughter’s sweat–soaked clothes, his heart aching for her.

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

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

that the pineapple bomb in Marcel’s room must

in Marcel’s room – killing two birds

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

nodded, said goodbye to Marcel, and left

thermos in hand. She was determined to rack

daughter of the Schnabel family!

door to the hospital room, she saw Sexton lying on the

Sexton? I’m Yvonne from the Schnabel family, and

his eyes.

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he remembered the Schnabel family’s granddaughter who was just with him not being this

soup she had prepared next

Sexton, I made this chicken soup for you

door as

came from the entrance, laden with an indescribable authority

“Who are you?”

followed by a string of bodyguards. He had cleaned out the

time that they were hard to catch. So this time. Palmer had deliberately left a loophole, and with a thunderous

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

brought some soup I made for

icy, and his gaze fell on the chicken soup

frowned and said coldly. “Take your soup and get

Yvonne was stunned.

could he be so harsh to her?

Once he found out, he

Yvonne, who was clearly, out

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

be around all the time. I know what’s going on. I had an episode just now, and I

bit foggy, and he drifted back