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

checking for bombs earlier, she had spotted those special forces soldiers hiding

lying in wait, ready to nab someone

mouthful of fresh blood and then passed out

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

trusting

Leave the rest to

or monsters were left in the hospital, Marcel would take

Three hours later.

removed her mask, having completed a heart surgery all

unconscious, but out

I’m heading back. If Grandpa Sexton’s condition takes a

over.

his granddaughter’s sweat–soaked clothes,

for Noella, he might be playing chess with the Grim. Reaper

hospital stuff. And those medics, I’ll take

the pineapple bomb in Marcel’s room must have

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

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

Marcel,

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

the best daughter of the

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

from the Schnabel family, and

slowly opened his eyes.

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Schnabel family’s granddaughter who

setting the chicken soup she had prepared

you myself. It’s really good for

towards the door as she

entrance, laden with an

“Who are you?”

room, followed by a string of bodyguards. He had cleaned out the

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 a loophole, and with

with a rugged and handsome profile, hist every move exuding nobility. His tie was crisp, his gold–rimmed glasses reflecting a cold light. radiating the aura of

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

and his gaze fell on the chicken soup in Yvonne’s hands.

“Take your soup and

Yvonne was stunned.

he be so harsh to her?

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

Palmer spoke, he didn’t spare another glance at Yvonne, who was clearly,

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

the time. I know what’s going on. I had an episode

foggy, and he drifted back