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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earlier, she had spotted those special forces soldiers hiding

were lying in wait, ready to nab someone at

mouthful of fresh

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

trusting her judgment.

go ahead. Leave the rest

left in the hospital, Marcel would take care of them!

Three hours later.

completed a heart surgery all by herself.

still unconscious, but out of danger.

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

over.

sweat–soaked clothes, his

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

I’ll handle the hospital stuff. And those

room must have been the work

Sexton, planting a bomb in Marcel’s room

Marcel patted her shoulder and said, “Don’t

nodded, said goodbye to Marcel, and

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 how perfect she was for the

was the best daughter of the Schnabel

saw Sexton lying on the bed with several tubes attached to him, appearing to

the Schnabel family, and I’ve come

his eyes. “Yvonne?”

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Schnabel family’s granddaughter who was just

the chicken soup she had prepared next to Sexton’s hand.

this chicken soup for you myself. It’s really good for your recovery!”

glanced towards the door as she spoke.

the entrance, laden with an

“Who are you?”

string of bodyguards. He had cleaned out the entire

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

man in the black suit with a rugged and handsome profile, hist every move exuding

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

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

coldly. “Take your soup and get

Yvonne was stunned.

be so harsh to her?

definitely didn’t know that she was his fiancée! Once

spare another glance at Yvonne, who was clearly,

okay? I heard someone tampered 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

and he drifted