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

checking for bombs earlier, she had spotted

were lying in wait, ready to nab someone at the crucial

spat out a mouthful of fresh blood and then passed

Sexton needs surgery to

nodded, completely trusting her judgment.

the

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

Three hours later.

her mask, having completed a heart

but out

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

over.

clothes, his

it weren’t for Noella, he might be playing chess

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

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

a bomb in Marcel’s room –

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

Marcel, and left the hospital.

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

daughter

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

I’m Yvonne from the Schnabel family, and

opened his eyes.

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Schnabel family’s granddaughter who was just

the chicken soup she

this chicken soup for you myself.

glanced towards the door

came from the entrance, laden with an indescribable authority

“Who are you?”

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

were hard to catch. So this time. Palmer had deliberately left a

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

I’m Yvonne Schnabel. I’ve brought some soup I made

gaze fell on the chicken soup

said coldly. “Take your soup

Yvonne was stunned.

so harsh to her?

his fiancée! Once he

spare another glance at Yvonne, who was clearly,

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

can’t be around all the time. I know what’s going on. I had an episode

a bit foggy, and he drifted back to sleep while talking to Palmer.