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

bombs earlier, she had spotted those special forces soldiers hiding under the

lying in wait, ready to nab someone at

a mouthful of fresh

needs surgery to drain the hematoma.

completely trusting her judgment.

go ahead. Leave the

were left in the

Three hours later.

a heart surgery

was still unconscious, but out of danger.

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

over.

sweat–soaked clothes, his

he might be playing chess with the Grim. Reaper by now.

on home. I’ll handle the hospital stuff.

in Marcel’s room must

planting a bomb in Marcel’s room – killing two birds with one

Noella’s concern, Marcel patted her shoulder and said, “Don’t worry, there are

said goodbye to Marcel, and

hand. She was determined to rack up enough brownie points in front of Sexton to let the old man see how perfect she

daughter of the

hospital room, she saw Sexton lying on the bed with several

I’m Yvonne from the Schnabel family, and I’ve come to see you!”

opened his

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family’s granddaughter who was just with

the chicken soup she had prepared next to Sexton’s

you myself. It’s really

towards the door as she spoke.

crisp voice came from the entrance, laden

“Who are you?”

into the room, followed by a string of bodyguards.

So this time. Palmer had deliberately

handsome profile, hist every move exuding nobility.

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

icy, and his gaze fell on the chicken soup in

said coldly. “Take your

Yvonne was stunned.

be so harsh to

his fiancée! Once he found

didn’t spare another glance at Yvonne, who was clearly,

with your medication. I’m sorry for coming. late.”

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

just woken up, his mind a bit foggy, and he