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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for bombs earlier, she had spotted those special forces soldiers

in wait, ready to nab someone at the crucial moment.

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

spoke up, “Grandpa, Grandpa Sexton needs surgery to drain the hematoma.

completely trusting her judgment.

the rest to me.”

left in the hospital, Marcel would take care of

Three hours later.

removed her mask, having completed a heart surgery all by herself.

was still unconscious, but

heading back. If Grandpa Sexton’s condition takes a turn, call

over.

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

Noella, he might be playing chess with the Grim.

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

Marcel’s room must

planting a bomb in Marcel’s room – killing

patted her shoulder and said, “Don’t worry, there

to Marcel,

clothes for a long time before walking in with a thermos in hand. She was determined to rack up enough brownie points in front

the best daughter of the

on the bed with several tubes attached to him,

Schnabel family, and I’ve come to see you!”

his

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family’s granddaughter who was just with him not being this

nodded excitedly, setting the chicken soup she had prepared next to Sexton’s hand.

I made this chicken soup for you

door

voice came from the entrance, laden with

“Who are you?”

followed by a string of bodyguards.

to come in last time that they were hard to catch. So this time. Palmer had deliberately left a loophole, and with a thunderous strike, the Cerulean Whale would find it as hard as climbing to heaven to meddle with Imperial.

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

I’ve brought some soup I made for Grandpa

was icy, and his gaze fell on the chicken soup

and said coldly. “Take your soup and

Yvonne was stunned.

so harsh

his fiancée! Once he found out,

spoke, he didn’t spare another glance at Yvonne, who was clearly, out of place in

are you 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 it was the Schnabel

mind a bit foggy, and he