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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13:14

Chanter

was checking for bombs earlier, she had spotted those

in wait, ready to nab someone at the

out a mouthful of fresh blood and then passed out

up, “Grandpa, Grandpa Sexton needs surgery to

completely trusting her judgment.

Leave the rest

in the hospital, Marcel would take care of them!

Three hours later.

mask, having completed a

was still unconscious, but out of danger.

Grandpa Sexton’s condition takes a turn, call

over.

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

for Noella, he might be playing chess with

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

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

a bomb in Marcel’s room

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

Marcel, and

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

best daughter of the Schnabel family!

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

I’m Yvonne from the Schnabel family,

opened his eyes. “Yvonne?”

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come he remembered the Schnabel family’s granddaughter who was just

chicken soup she

this chicken soup for you myself.

the door

came from the entrance, laden with an indescribable authority and dominance.

“Who are you?”

string of bodyguards. He had cleaned out

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

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

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

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

frowned and said coldly. “Take your

Yvonne was stunned.

he be so

know that she was his fiancée! Once he found out, he surely

spare another glance at Yvonne, who was

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

waved his hand, coughing several times and speaking weakly, “It’s okay, you can’t be around all the time. I know what’s going on. I had an episode just now, and

his mind a bit foggy, and he drifted back to sleep while