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

for bombs earlier, she had spotted those special

wait, ready to nab someone

just waking up, spat out a mouthful of fresh blood and then passed out

Grandpa Sexton needs surgery to drain the hematoma. Let’s arrange the OR.”

trusting

Leave the rest

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

Three hours later.

removed her mask, having completed a heart

but out of danger.

Sexton’s condition takes a turn, call me and

over.

at his granddaughter’s sweat–soaked clothes, his

weren’t for Noella, he might be

home. I’ll handle the hospital stuff. And those medics, I’ll take care of them!”

pineapple bomb in Marcel’s room must have been the work of those bribed

bomb in Marcel’s room – killing two birds with one stone.

concern, Marcel patted her shoulder and said,

Marcel, and left

determined to rack up enough brownie points in front of Sexton to let the old man see how

the best daughter of the Schnabel family!

Yvonne pushed open the door to the hospital room, she saw Sexton lying on the bed with several tubes

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

his eyes.

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Schnabel family’s granddaughter who was

excitedly, setting the chicken soup she had prepared

chicken soup for you myself. It’s really good for

glanced towards the door as

the entrance, laden with an indescribable authority

“Who are you?”

string of bodyguards. He had

So this time. Palmer had deliberately left

a rugged and handsome profile, hist every move exuding nobility. His tie was crisp, his

I’ve brought some soup I made for

and his gaze fell on the chicken soup in

coldly. “Take your soup

Yvonne was stunned.

so harsh

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

he didn’t spare another glance at Yvonne,

okay? I heard someone tampered with your medication. I’m sorry for coming.

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

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