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

were lying in wait, ready to nab

spat out a mouthful of fresh blood and then passed out again.

spoke up, “Grandpa, Grandpa Sexton needs surgery to drain

nodded, completely trusting

ahead. Leave the rest to me.”

left in the hospital,

Three hours later.

a heart surgery all by herself.

but out of

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

over.

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

he might be playing chess with the Grim. Reaper

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

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

room – killing two birds with one stone.

patted her shoulder and said, “Don’t

goodbye to Marcel, and left

She was determined to rack up enough brownie points in front

the best daughter

on the bed with several tubes attached

from the Schnabel family,

slowly opened his eyes.

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remembered the Schnabel family’s granddaughter who

chicken soup she had

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

the door as she spoke.

laden with an

“Who are you?”

followed by a string of bodyguards. He had cleaned

only because Marcel hadn’t left any room for those people to come in last time that they were hard to catch. So this time. Palmer had deliberately left

handsome profile, hist every move exuding nobility. His tie was crisp, his gold–rimmed glasses reflecting a cold light. radiating

some

his gaze fell on the chicken soup in

said coldly. “Take your soup

Yvonne was stunned.

be so harsh to

fiancée! Once he

another glance at Yvonne, who was clearly, out of place in

someone tampered with your medication.

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 I remember it was

up, his mind a bit foggy, and