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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she had spotted those special forces soldiers hiding under the

in wait, ready to nab someone

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

needs surgery to drain the hematoma. Let’s

nodded, completely trusting her judgment.

the rest

monsters were left in the hospital, Marcel would

Three hours later.

removed her mask, having completed a heart surgery

was still unconscious, but out of

If Grandpa Sexton’s condition takes a turn,

over.

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

he might be playing chess with the Grim. Reaper by now.

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

room must have been the work of those bribed

room – killing two birds with one stone.

and said, “Don’t worry,

said goodbye to Marcel, and left the

her clothes for a long time before 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 see how perfect

daughter of the Schnabel

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

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

slowly opened his

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come he remembered the Schnabel family’s granddaughter who was just with him not being

she had prepared next

I made this chicken soup for you myself. It’s really good for

glanced towards the door as

the entrance, laden with an

“Who are you?”

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

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

at Palmer, the man in the black suit with a rugged and handsome profile, hist every move exuding nobility. His tie was crisp, his gold–rimmed glasses reflecting

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

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

frowned and said coldly. “Take your soup

Yvonne was stunned.

so harsh to

she was his fiancée! Once he found out, he

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

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

all the time. I know what’s going on. I had

woken up, his mind a bit foggy, and he drifted back to